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24: One Crazy Day!!

By: mondotoken



Ever hear that old rap song "It was a Good Day" by Ice Cube?

The song refers to that one inevitable day that every one has where everything goes "right", you can't make a mistake and you have the luck of the Irish.

Well, I recently had one of those days. It was probably one of the greatest days in my life. 

For a little background on me (to put things in perspective) ... I live and work in San Francisco. It's a great city, but I have what is deemed bad karma. My friends tease me by calling me "Peter Parker" because I'm a little bit klutzy and always have some trouble with the ladies.

I work in the mail room at a prestigious law firm ( which I can't name here for fear of being sued to death.) where I take a lot of shit off of various high end lawyers and executives. Chief among my workplace antagonists would be Debbie Manchellini. She was an executive assistant for one of the partners and she always seemed to be in a perpetually bad mood ... "What does she look like?" Just think of that old pop star Debbie Gibson (In her teens) with a seriously exaggerated coke bottle shape. From the waist up she looked like a normal sized woman with nice sized boobs, but from the waist down she was "abnormal" with her hips flaring noticeably outward so much that the long skirts she wore were stretched out to the max. Her face was narrow and youthful framed with a long lion's mane of 80's style curly blonde hair topped of with a bowed ponytail jutting out of the top of her head.

Debbie was in charge of the mailroom and some of the other departments and she ruled with an iron fist. Part of the reason she got away with it was because she was married to one of the partners.

Most of the low level workers called Debbie "Wide Load" and "Bell Bottom" ... They snickered and whispered when she walked past. I on the other hand found myself starring intently at Debbie's "wide load" more and more as the days progressed. I began to wonder what was under the extra long pleated skirts that she wore. Were her legs a mass of cottage cheese and varicose veins? Did she posses the muscular horse-like legs of a thoroughbred? Was her butt a messy shapeless form resembling chewed up and discarded gum or ... did it resemble two shapely globes?

My curiosity had quietly turned me into a budding "Ass Man" , a new age R. Crumb of sorts. I didn't dare confide in any of my co-workers. I would have been heckled out of the building. My roommate Shaggy ( Hippie parents) thought it was funny and cool at the same time. He was a serious stoner who had a "Get in were you fit In" attitude when it came to women. 

This was apparent based on the appearance of a few of Shaggy's female stoner friends that hung out at our apartment on a regular basis. There was Bettie , an extremely skinny and petite asian art student that I'd had the misfortune of seeing nude once. I'd come home from the movies and entered my darkened apartment only to find Shaggy taking her anally as she perched on the sink like a gargoyle. Trust me, not something you wanna see.

Then there was Gloria, a extremely rotund and porous looking brunette who always seemed to be passed out on my living room floor. She was a Berkley grad student who had flamed out and was currently spinning around the academic drain. She was nice enough when she wasn't disoriented from what seemed to be a perpetual high. You might ask why a seemingly clean cut guy like myself put up with Shaggy and his associate squatters. Well, the answer is simple.

Claudia Escobar, Shaggy's long time best friend and a constant object of continual lust for me. She had been employed at the firm for a year longer than me when Shaggy had suggested that she help a newly arrived me get a "9 to 5" and "conform". 

(Note: Shaggy's parents sent him a monthly stipend in thousands of dollars. Shaggy was a trust fund Baby.).

Claudia was this really cool Columbian chick that was working in the paralegal department. She had long silky looking raven colored tresses that hung to her shoulders and a uncommonly beautiful face. She was probably about five four and seemed to have an athletic build. (She always seemed to be wearing business suits, so I couldn't tell exactly how she was built.). She wore a large pair of black horn rimmed glasses that accentuated her hazel colored eyes. I was really into Claudia and even the sound of her slightly accented voice was enough to give me a raging boner. 

When I first started going to work at the firm, we would ride the train together. I was always on my game with a pithy comment or some new joke to amuse Claudia. To my credit, she though I was the funniest thing since sliced bread. I kinda figured I was halfway to getting in her undies when she laughed and gave me playful little punches on my arm when I flirted.

The only problem was that Claudia was dating this asshole named Ricardo. 

This dude was a chunky, angry looking dick that was completely toxic to Claudia. She had confided in me about the many times he had cheated on her and embarrassed her in public. After sharing a few rides with me on the train, Claudia even admitted that he had totaled her BMW one night in a d***ken binge. Her beautiful eyes would go to this distant far away place when she talked about Ricardo. She said that she knew she should dump the bastard ...

But, she also said she loved him. And that was it for me. Too many times had I been the "friend " to some hot, unattainable chick. So, I just sucked it up and kept my lust to myself, content just to be in her circle. We'd even started walking arm-in-arm on occasion, separating only when we got to the firm. Gossip was rampant in the workplace and spread with the speed of a forest fire. I certainly didn't care if I was orally linked to Claudia, but she was working on a legal career with hopes of becoming a lawyer some day.

I always let her have the first crowded elevator, waiting for the second and waving at her as the doors closed. Then I skulked off to my waiting misery in the mail room. Debbie had been running the mail room ragged for the last couple of weeks and issuing mandatory overtime, so I hadn't been enjoying Claudia's company as of late. It was Thursday Night & I'd barely made it home only to find the apartment full of people and loud music. Shaggy was having another of his stoner parties, so I went to the double doors that made up the entrance to my room and crashed into exhausted darkness of sl**p.

1201am:

I was deep in sl**p with visions of a naked Claudia frolicking when I was awakened from my sl**p by a strange sensation ... a wet, heated sensation that seemed to emanating from my crotch and inner thighs ... There was a strange slurping, sucking sound in the darkness.

I opened my eyes seeing nothing in the pitch dark of my room and was obliged to hit the switch on my bedside lamp.

My room was suddenly illuminated. I was still under my large thick blankets lying prone with my head facing the room's double doors. However, there was a strange spherical object bobbing up and down between my legs. 

I panicked throwing the blankets back only to find ....

Gloria giving me head.

She explained that she had sought the comfort of my bedroom floor when Shaggy's festivities had become a little bit too much. Gloria then went on to explain that she had been disturbed to find me restlessly tossing and turning in my sl**p and had thusly decided to help me "relax". she complimented me on the cleanliness of my cock and clearly intended to finish giving me head.

I declined ( Out of well, embarrassment that I could sl**p while someone was sucking me off.) ... Gloria insisted that it was no big deal and that no one would be the wiser. She said that I needed to realign my "chi" or something to that effect.

In fact the entire time we had been talking about the pros and cons of the continued head, she had been softly stroking my cock in a soft yet measured manner. She was extremely skilled in this regard. I figured "hell with it", I wasn't seeing anyone and I had no chance with Claudia anyway.

Gloria was actually quite attractive in an ethnic kind of way. She had a soft round youthful looking face with a somewhat prominent nose that gave away her jewish heritage. She was soft and cuddly, her tiny digits wrapped around my member like she was holding a flute. Yes, she definitely had her technique down as she lay on her stomach between my legs sucking and stroking me increasing intensity. 

I lost it in short order .... Blowing a quart of DNA deep into her waiting throat and becoming immediately embarrassed afterward.

1230am:

Gloria sat on the end of my bed alternately drinking from a half full can of beer and lecturing me on being comfortable with showing my sexual nature. She was quite the intellectual admitting to losing her mojo after giving herself anally to her liberal arts professor & being rebuked from his social circle afterwards.

0130am: 

I'm laying on my bed again with Gloria on top of me ... her blue thong pulled to the side as she rides me cowgirl. For some reason, I'm just weirded out when I should be ecstatic that I'm getting laid. I close my eyes and reach under Gloria's Mario Bros. t-shirt cupping her surprisingly full breasts. Both of her nipples are pierced.

Gloria removes her t-shirt and starts grinding the shit out of me all the while mumbling some existential bullshit about everything having it's place in the universe. She locks her legs against the sides of my pelvis and grinds me nearly to dust as she begins to orgasm. 

I don't cum ... but my cock quivers uncontrollably.

Gloria wraps her tiny fingers around my cock and starts sucking on my balls . I ultimately fill her mouth with more liters of cum than she can handle. 

She asks me if I am still embarrassed and I admit that I am. 

She sighs and looks around on a bedside table finding another can of beer. She has some light freckles on her back. I want to kiss them. She grabs the remote and turns on the television. We sit in my bed together watching War of the Gargantuas .... It is a really cheesy movie.

0230am:

I'm pounding the snot out of Gloria's ass. Normally, I'm not the kind of guy that would -...well, I usually don't do anal. But Gloria has convinced me that it will help her get closure about the debacle concerning her professor.

It's an extremely tight fit . Gloria is on her knees bent over my bed. Me, I'm grabbing her fleshy square butt and working my crank deeper and deeper into her ass. She has her face buried into the comforters on my bed, moaning loudly. 

In the other room, Shaggy's party continues unabated.

0317am:

I shoot a third and final load deep into Gloria's rectum and pass out on top of her. I am not embarrassed ... I'm simply spent.

0435am:

I awake from my exhausted slumber and look across the room to see Gloria sitting on the toilet in my private bathroom looking dejected. She is sobbing. 

0525am:

I finally awake from my weird night of nasty sex to find Gloria cuddled up under me. She looks somewhat at peace. I gingerly slip out of bed and prepare for work. 

When I come out of the shower, Gloria is standing there with a cup of coffee wearing one of my t-shirts. She assures me that she isn't trying to make anything out of her tryst, just that it was a release for both of us. She admits that she probably needed the sex more than I did and feels like she can finally get on with her life. 

I don't know what to say to that .

I really don't. 

Gloria pulls on a pair of jeans and quietly leaves my room after giving me a kiss on the cheek. I hear the front door close moments later.

0627am:

I'm standing in what's left of my living room. Shaggy and his friends have trashed my home.

0645am: 

I'm just about finished sweeping up all of the loose trash and beer bottles. My hard wood floor is scr**ed to shit, but I could care less. Shaggy is nowhere to be found, a cryptic message left on the fridge the only clue to his whereabouts.

0722am:

Text message from Claudia: "Meet you at Café."

Sometimes I had breakfast with Claudia before going to work. Today, her text was a little bit early this particular morning. And I quickly finished my preliminary cleaning to catch up with her.

0815am:

Gloria is little more than an afterthought as I take a care to the café where Claudia is waiting . It's a quaint little corner café run by an old Chinese couple (Both guys) and the food is just above adequate. 

I actually find Claudia waiting for me in the doorway. The over anxious look on her face gives me a moment of pause ... The hug that follows is equally alarming.

0835am:

I have just spent the last twenty minutes listening to Claudia pour her heart out about how Ricardo treats her like trash and barely even looks at her anymore. I'm sympathetic but not overly so ... Secretly this alarms me. Is it because I had just the night prior hours upon hours of guilt free sex? 

While she's talking to me I'm actually fazing in and out of consciousness. Her words are starting to become slurred, my vision blurs as she goes on and on relentlessly about this Ricardo douche. The obvious results of my marathon night with Gloria. My mind begins to wander a few hours earlier to Gloria's fleshy butt bouncing up and down on my worn out cock. She was so uninhibited and well, accommodating. I began to wonder if I should pursue the easier path with Gloria.

0847am:

"Are you listening to me?"

There was an actual look of desperation on Claudia's face. I was at a lost for words in the face of this plain and simple question from the object of my desire and lust for months prior. She was looking straight into my pie hole waiting for me to respond. Before I could formulate an answer, Claudia had let out a quite audible sigh and hit the door. 

The loud slamming of the restaurant's glass door snapped me out of my stupor long enough to catch up with Claudia as she stood on the curb facing the street. I apologized profusely lightly touching her arm.

She responded with a kiss.

Instant Reply - Claudia Escobar kisses me.... In the middle of the street. In public no less. 

Before I could respond, she had hailed a cab and was off to work minus me. Her BFF (Or so I thought.) left standing on the corner this overcast morning. I went back into the café and paid the bill before running two blocks to the subway station and nearly getting hit by at two cars.

0925am:

Twenty five minutes late for work. Debbie had been waiting for me at the time clock with a write up. I didn't plead my case or even try to appeal to her better nature ... I simply signed it. No questions asked .... No problem ... I just didn't care about Debbie's bullshit today. She actually looked surprised when I signed the paper work. 

Since midnight, my life had become complicated. I'd accidentally gotten laid with one of Shaggy's friends and to top it off Claudia has picked today to start some drama. I didn't know how to feel about it as I played "the kiss" over and over again in my mind's theatre. 

I spent most of the morning in a daze while life continued unabated all around me. The office was buzzing with fresh gossip of the blockbuster kind. Rumors stated that their was some sort of upheaval going on with the partners and that change was in the air. Some of my coworkers were speculating that it had been the reason why Debbie had been driving the office batty.

1017am:

I sitting in the break room with a couple of guys. My friend Brad who's been at the firm for a year longer than me and a temp named Gerald, some b*****r from across the bay (Oaktown) ... He's a temp worker from friggin' Apple One and can't seem to shut up about Debbie's big freakish looking butt. He's annoying, but only because he's stating what I've been thinking for quite some time now.

"Damn, how do guys work with that in the office? I wanna jump on her back every time she come up the aisle, shit man. Seriously, I don't know how she can even walk through there without tearing those fucking cheap ass partitions up with them big ass hips."

Brad had been drinking milk (with a straw) and was spewing fluid from his nostrils and mouth because of Gerald's impromptu comedy act.

"Seriously, that shit got me fiending something serious. I never wanted to kiss an ass so bad in my life. Damn man, I'd like to run two fingers up the crack of that ass."

I kinda chuckled at Gerald's comments, but he was right. I had been wondering what was under all those pleated skirts for a long time now. I had entertained numerous internal skits where I'd worshipped Debbie's ass in one form or another.

"Bra?" 

He was talking to me. 

"Bra? You'd hit that wouldn't you bra? Gerald really wanted to know. Brad had leaned forward in his seat to hear my answer. 

"Bra? I seen you staring at that donk man. You'd hit it serious huh?" I struggled to find an answer for Gerald, trying to find a plausible way to deny his sneaky accusation. My coworkers would heckle me out of a job if I'd admitted my fetish.

BREAK'S OVER!!!!

None of us had realized that Debbie was standing in the room just out of eyesight. There was no telling how long she had been standing there listening to our little jam session about her butt.

MR. JOHNSON, YOUR CHECK WILL BE MAILED OUT ON FRIDAY. YOUR SERVICES ARE NO LONGER REQUIRED. YOUR AGENCY'S SERVICES-ARE-NO-LONGER-NEEDED. I WILL BE HAVING A PHONE CONFERENCE TO LET THEM KNOW WHY THEY'RE CONTRACT IS CANCELLED. 

YOU TWO BELONG TO THE FIRM. FOR HOW LONG, I REALLY DON'T KNOW AFTER TODAY, BUT YOU HAVE A LOT OF WORK TO DO "BOYS".

All three of us were just blown away that we had been caught having a "locker room moment". I don't know if I was more surprised that she was there listening or that Gerald had "made me" regarding my obsession with Debbie's butt. I didn't know if today would be my last, but I was glad I hadn't admitted anything. 

1050am: 

I have been working multiple floors in the firm, happily pushing my mail cart from office to office. I was glad to be away from Debbie after the incident in the break room. A lot of the guys didn't like pushing the cart around because it meant cramped service elevators and going through multiple security checks on each floor. 

I knew that if I remained on the mailroom floor I would inevitably end up staring at Debbie whether I wanted to or not. Then, she'd probably shit can me for sure.

I got a text.

It's Claudia ... She wants to have lunch-and talk. It's gonna be awkward considering the kiss we shared this morning. I'm pretty sure she's gonna say something along the lines of "Lets just forget about what happened this morning and start all over again ..as FRIENDS."

I didn't return the text. 

I've had an AWESOME night, a weird morning that included getting my ass in a sling with Debbie and I just didn't feel like adding any more drama to my day. So I continue on with my day whatever may come.

1115am: 

I receive three more texts from Claudia, each more urgent than the last. For some reason I still don't return her calls or even attempt to respond to the messages. I was getting more scared as each text arrived with a simple chirp on my cell. Mort, the security guard at the loading dock told me that now was the time to close in "for the kill" on Claudia.

He was probably right.

1137am:

I finally cave and answer Claudia's text. I blame my inattention on Debbie. She's like a woman possessed on the phone going in and out of her native Spanish accent. Says she's leaving work because she's got this "feeling" about Ricardo. She wants to know if I'll come with her ... I tell her about being on Debbie's shit list and make my apologies.

She slams on me.

1215pm:

Everyone has left the office except for me. It's kind of a company policy that everyone has to get out of the office during the lunch hour. I'm sitting in the copy machine alcove watching all of my coworkers exit the floor. I realize that since I've been working at the firm, I've had lunch with Claudia every single day since of my working career. I feel really bad about behaving like a douche' earlier with her. I just want to make it up to her some how. I'm starting to get progressively worried about the status of our friendship.


24: One Crazy Day!! Ch. 02



"Damn, how do guys work with that in the office? I wanna jump on her back every time she come up the aisle, shit man. Seriously, I don't know how she can even walk through there without tearing those fucking cheap ass partitions up with them big ass hips."

"Seriously, that shit got me fiending something serious. I never wanted to kiss an ass so bad in my life. Damn man, I'd like to run two fingers up the crack of that ass."

"Bra?" 

"Bra? You'd hit that wouldn't you bra? Gerald really wanted to know. Brad had leaned forward in his seat to hear my answer. 

"Bra? I seen you staring at that donk man. You'd hit it serious huh?" I struggled to find an answer for Gerald, trying to find a plausible way to deny his sneaky accusation. My coworkers would heckle me out of a job if I'd admitted my fetish.

BREAK'S OVER!!

I hadn't realized that Debbie was standing in the room just out of eyesight. There was no telling how long she had been standing there listening to our little jam session about her butt.

MR. JOHNSON, YOUR CHECK WILL BE MAILED OUT ON FRIDAY. YOUR SERVICES ARE NO LONGER REQUIRED. YOUR AGENCY'S SERVICES-ARE-NO-LONGER-NEEDED. I WILL BE HAVING A PHONE CONFERENCE TO LET THEM KNOW WHY THEY'RE CONTRACT IS CANCELLED.

I got fired today... it was a temp agency job, but it would have far reaching consequences.

-I was also fired and my real boss Yanira Diaz had apparently blacklisted me among the other TEMP Agencies.

-I had a wife and kids to feed. 

...I was screwed.

"The Temp"

Chapter 1: Gerald Robertson

It was one in morning and I'd spent the last couple of hours emptying out my recorded shows on the D.V.R. I really didn't get much time with the television normally due to my wife's status as the alpha primate in the house. I have to be honest; she wears the pants in the family. The kids were spending the night at their cousin's house and I'd figured we could get some "alone time" if you know what I mean?

Shaila just wasn't having it apparently still mad that I'd lost my job at the temp agency and that she was fronting all the bills. I'd been out in the hot sun walking all over the valley shopping my resume around to some of the local temp agencies and come home in the afternoon in order to surprise Shaila for some afternoon sex. She was in the kitchen cooking and I snuck right up and pinched her big monster booty only to be slapped silly with a wooden spoon.

"Gerald?!! What the fuck are you doing home?!! You supposed to be out finding a job nukka!! (She hated saying the "N" word, so she had made up her own word.)

I explained my morning activities and modestly embellishing the scope of my job searching activities. (In reality half of that time had been spent in a corner liquor store playing some old school arcade games.) I tried to be the romantic slipping my hand into her ill-fitting yoga pants palming her dimpled butt.

She straight slapped me so hard; spit actually flew out of my mouth.

She followed this up with a vicious verbal dress down basically calling me a shiftless bum and telling me that my "pussy privileges" were cut off until I became a contributing member of the household again. In short, I wasn't getting laid until found a job.

To add salt to the wound, she informed me that she would be having a ladies night out and that all bets were off as far as fidelity goes. 

"Now ain't that about a bitch?!!" 

She'd left me some fuckin Hamburger Helper on the fuckin stove and I sat watching while this bitch got dressed to go clubbing. Now even I admit that Shaila is one hot biatch. She's what some would call a redbone, in other words she's a light skinned black woman with a sort of peanut butter tan. She's about five, five and a little on the chubby side.

"Who am I kidding? The bitch is fat." But most of the fat is concentrated in her hips and big ole ass, and yeah I gotta admit that I wish she had a little more in the chest department. Shaila's kind of a small C-cup or more like a large B and to top it off she has these huge areola and nipples that make her tits look like some big ass chocolate chips. Yeah, the top of the titty is almost exclusively areola.

I guess I sound kind of biased because I was a little jaded at that point sitting in our apartment watching her get dressed in some slinky black dress and doing her make-up. I have to admit, that watching her squeeze that humongous ass into that flimsy dress had me as hard as a rock. Shaila sometimes seemed to be what I like to call "All Ass" meaning that her shape made her torso look especially small compared to her catoonishly wide hips that were the precursor to a backside that you could definitely use as a shelf.

When we'd first gotten together I'd do anything to get Shaila doggystyle just to watch the motion ripples across that fat tan ass as I pounded away on that donk trying to drive her through the head board. I'd been so enamored with it that I'd pitch a fit if she didn't let me pull her panties down myself.

"Earth to Gerald!!" I hadn't even realized she'd been talking to me.

"Yeah baby?"

"Don't wait up nukka!!" She said slamming the door as she left. I found myself alone in the apartment with a raging boner and a luke warm bowl of hamburger helper. It didn't take long for me to get pissed as I looked out the window from our second floor apartment window and watched her hop into a cab with two of her friends. 

I decided that I'd get some sort of nut and opened the household laptop computer to surf some butt-centric porn and jerk off a couple of times. What could be the harm in a little manual manipulation right?

Wrong!! 

Shaila had put the parental blocks on the computer and I would spend the next couple of hours trying to back door my way into the laptop simply to watch some porn and fail miserably. To say I was pissed would definitely be an understatement. You see I'm not the type to just well go raw. I need a little visual stimulation if you know what I mean and the old lady had thrown away all of my dirty magazines when she'd moved in some years ago. 

What the fuck is wrong with some women? I understand the dynamics of a relationship and the change that comes with it, but some broads seem like they want to lock a brother up and throw away the key. Like they have the magic pussy or some shit like that. When Shaila had found a few of my old issues of JUGGS Magazine she'd taken it as a personal attack and withheld sex for two months. I told her that the books were simply nostalgia items from my teen years, but she wouldn't have it going into a diatribe about how I probably secretly preferred "Big Titty Cows" and some shit about me creep peeping on her cousin Deana. 

I denied the whole thing, even though honestly I wisely failed to admit to knowing her cousin before we'd dated. Fuck, Deana had only given me two handjobs and let me dry hump and hotdog (Clothes on of course.) her medium sized butt. I didn't think Shaila would appreciate candid honesty if she was tripping out on some old dirty books. Deana did have some big motherfuckin' titties though and I'd sucked on them many times before nearly getting a tit fuck before her mom almost caught us. She's married to this nerd named Howard now and I heard she's gained quite a bit of weight.

[KNOCK, KNOCK!]

There was somebody knocking at my door and I figured it was Shaila probably coming back to work things out. She never liked to go to bed with an argument between us. 

I was eager to talk this time not because I wanted to make up, but because I was angry at the way she treated me because I was unemployed. She had been a total bitch forgetting the fact that I'd supported her fat ass when she was going through nursing school. Secretly I was grateful that she hadn't learned the reason for my termination from the Temp Agency I'd been working at for the last two years.

[KNOCK, KNOCK!]

I quickly unlocked the door and threw it wide open to find..."Yanira? What the fuck are you doing here?" It was my old supervisor from the temp agency. The same supervisor who'd fired my ass after I'd gotten in trouble on assignment to a law firm. She was this hot ass puertorican chick that was co-owner of the agency along with her douchebag husband, some white dick that owned a contracting business.

"I know this seems, you know like fuckin crazy and shit... But you have to come back to the firm."

"O-kay." She was completely drunk off her ass. I just took a moment to drink it all in as she leaned against my door frame. Yanira had a cute heart shaped baby face which was framed by long, blond highlighted locks and she was all curves. I had never really seen her full body as she usually gave me my assignments and checks from a dispatch window. I'd seen her once during ironically enough some employees training on sexual harassment. Ironic I say because I'd been fired from my assignment for that exact reason. She'd been loading a DVD into her computer for a presentation when I'd walked into the nearly empty break room behind her.

Dat Ass, yup I said it boys and girls. Yanira had one thick, chunky ass. That shit was in a zip code all by itself resting at the bottom of what appeared to be a wasp-style waist and did I forget to mention the big Double D boobs that this little five foot four borican hottie like to flaunt? She was definitely a fan of plunging necklines showing off creamy butter pecan tinted cleavage that almost resembled a smaller bubblicious booty in and of itself.

I don't know how long I'd been standing there with the memory before Yanira interrupted again.

"YOU GONE LET ME IN OR WHAT GERALD?!!" Yup, she was definitely in full Rosie Perez mode and I was personally jolted as she pushed past me into the living room. This chick was definitely three sheets to the win drunk and well, it gave me ideas.

"You fucking fired me and now you show up at my house at one in the morning talking gibberish? You lucky my old lady ain't home Yanira!"

"I ain't that fucking drunk and like I said, I'm here to give you your job back. So's how's about a little gratitude alright?!!" She was wearing this full length black leather coat with a strange feathery collar that accentuated her slightly tinted porcelain doll features as she took in my rather cluttered living room hardwood floor and all.

"Wow, this place is a dump." Was her single observation and I would have been mad but curiosity was getting the better of me.

"So sue me, what's the deal with you wanting to give me my job back?"

"You ain't gonna offer a girl a drink or nothing?" 

"There's a liquor store on the corner bitch." I was quick to retort and she responded just as quick with a punch to my shoulder.

"Fuck you Gerald!"

"You know where the door is trick. Don't let the door hit ya where the good lord split ya hoe." 

She stared at me in complete shock mouth agape and everything. Then confirming my theory about her apparent alcoholism, Yanira reached into her coat pocket and pulled out a silver flask taking a deep drink of only God knows what. 

"Yeah, okay asshole. You want your old job back or what?" I didn't answer right away trying to figure out how to leverage the developing situation in my favor.

"Look one of our big, REALLY BIG clients asked for you and if we don't produce you it's kind of like a deal breaker. So despite the well, unfortunate circumstances of your termination I'm willing to reinstate you with full pay and benefits." She took another big swig from her flask.

"Is that all?" I was surprised at how she just laid all her cards on the table.

"Well, yeah...So you in or what Gerald?" She seemed to rocking back and forth on her heels.

"How about an apology."

"What?" She stammered almost choking on the words as I began to realize how things could go in my favor.

"An apology for wrongful termination might be nice, oh and a reasonable raise as well." I folded my arms and tried to smile without it looking like a smirk.

"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING?!! Gerald, you were fired for sexual harassment or did you forget that and the fact that you lost our firm one of its big money clients!"

"So fucking what? It was all a misunderstanding Yani and you fired my ass anyway. Way I see it, you need me just as much as I need you baby." She rolled her eyes looking around my apartment as a smirk read across her features.

"How's the wife feel about being married to a pervert?" The color drained out of my face telling Yanira wordlessly that I hadn't disclosed the reason for my termination to the good ole' wife. She walked over to my rather flea-bitten couch and undid the sash on her coat. She was facing away from me and I slipped my hand into my pocket and flipped out my phone as the coat slid from her shoulders revealing her incredibly cartoonish figure clad in a billowy sleeveless blouse that was tapered in by a large corset-like leather belt, form fitting jeans and knee high boots.

I was instantly rock hard thanking the baggy jeans that I wore for concealing my erection as I snapped a few photos. I knew where thought she was going with this shit and I was ready to counteract that shit before it even got out of the gate.

"You didn't tell her did you?" She half laughed as she laid her coat on my couch and sat on it. I guess my poor old couch wasn't good enough for her huge butt.

"What does your husband think about you being over here right now bitch?"

"He thinks I'm out having a ladies night with the girls, but why are you asking me about that shit?"

"No reason really, but I think that's fucked up how you lie to him. Everybody knows he gave you the Temp Agency and this is how you repay him." My sarcastic tone hit her like a ton of bricks as she gasped aloud. 

"Why are you bringing him up Gerald?"

"No reason baby, I just wonder what he would think if he saw you sitting here in my living room at one in the morning." I grabbed my remote and flicked on my television as Yanira suddenly grabbed my arm.

"Gerald!!" I yanked my arm from her grasp grinning wildly.

"Last summer I was at that barbecue at your house and I kicked it with your husband Chad for a minute. He's a pretty cool guy and we even hooked up on the PlayStation network to play a few games of Madden. We exchanged numbers. Did you know he's even in my fantasy football league?"

I flipped out my phone and showed her a picture of herself taking her coat off.

"You are fucking asshole." One of her hands instinctively went up to her breast cupping it in shock and making my cock throb in my pants.

"I only have to push one button to send this picture to Chad bitch."

"Name your terms Gerald." Her head hung low as she silently admitted defeat. 

"Apologize."

"Are you serious? You were caught talking shit about our biggest client and not only were you talking shit, you were totally perving on her." She had me there and I felt the slightest bit of shame as I again held up the phone with her picture on it. She tried to snatch the phone, but I held it away from her. I enjoyed the view of her bouncing cleavage.

"Alright asshole, I-apologize." 

"Now that wasn't so hard was it Yani?" I was definitely milking the situation recalling her haughty tone as she terminated me the minute I returned from that assignment. How did I to know that bitch Debbie Manchellini was hiding in that break room listening to every word I said? For I know that cunt could have been getting off on everything I said. It's a damn waste for a white woman to have that much ass, a damn crime of nature.

"If you show my husband that picture, you will be exposed too." She tried to be sly and reason with me. 

"Look around, who has more to lose, me or your trophy wife ass? How's the hubby gonna feel about your late night trip for a little chocolate magic stick?" I could see her visibly chafe at my words considering each one.

"Alright you win Gerald, you can have whatever you want...HEY WHAT THE FUCK?!!"

I'd unzipped and flipped my fully erect cock out before her startled brown eyes. I was holding it at the wide base right under the balls. My cock was so hard the veins were showing along its seven and a half inches of length. What I didn't have in length, I made up with in girth.

"Why do you have your dick out?" She actually scooted back on the couch staring at me with frightened eyes.

"I want a real apology Yanira." I stroked my cock a little to keep it hard as I nearly laughed in her face. She hadn't realized it yet, but during her struggle trying to snatch my phone one of her perfect water-balloon looking tits had escaped the plunging neckline of her designer blouse. She had no idea that I could see her large cinnamon tinted areolas with a very hard nipple poking out right before my eyes.

"So I'm just supposed to get on my knees and suck your fuckin dick?"

"I don't care how you do it, just top me off bitch." She rolled her eyes again clutching her hands to her chest and suddenly realizing that her tit was exposed. She mumbled to herself as she roughly stuffed the errant boob back in her blouse neckline.

"You don't have to put that away on my account. I was enjoying the view." She flipped me the bird as she stood grabbing her coat. She tucked the large leather coat under her chubby arm instead of putting it on and slowly walked towards the door giving me a real good view of her wide hips and the way her big butt cheeks jiggled as she walked.

In truth I guess you could say my personality is one of the "Salt the Earth" variety. I can't stand someone having anything on me or holding something over my head trying to control me. In the years since I'd begun a relationship with Shaila, I'd always felt that I'd gotten a little soft. The truth of the matter was there visually as I now had a pronounced midsection and didn't always go to the barber. Some of my friends had even told me that I resembled that actor Craig Robinson from that movie "This is the End".

I guess deep down I kind of resented Shaila for "making me weak" and I was more than a little pissed now because of the way I'd been treated the last couple of weeks. She didn't know what really happened but she was treating me like shit because I wasn't bringing money into the house.

"Okay motherfucker! OKAY!!" Yanira tossed her coat on the hardwood of my living room and stormed towards me in a threatening manner that made me jump in my seat slightly.

Before I could react, the curvy puertorican had slumped down on her knees between my legs and was slapping my hands away from my junk. Yanira had stubby looking little fingers that were adorned with small rings on each finger that gave away in a subtle manner her east coast origins. She had wrapped her digits completely around the base of my cock and simultaneously massaging my cock meat and pulling back my considerable foreskin. She brought her cute little button nose down to my cock and sniffed.

"You wash this thing?" she wagged it a bit for effect.

"You tell me, Boss." Her pretty little brow furrowed and she turned her attention to my cock with a sneer that momentarily had me frightened that my prick would get bitten off. Instead the short, shapely Latina suddenly stuffed the entire seven inches into her mouth in one huge gulp.

"OOOH SHIT!!" Her tongue was lapping the underside of my shaft and my balls as her head made short rough jerking motions over my cock. After a few moments getting acquainted with "my taste" (I hadn't showered that day.) Yanira drew her head back revealed my saliva covered penis slowly and making a loud slurping sound as she went. As soon as her lips reached the rather fat head of my cock, she tickled my urethra with her tongue seemingly trying to push into the tiny pee hole of my cock and making me squirm. 

"You like that you nasty motherfucker?" She panted before shoving her head back down the length of my cock and repeating the jerking motion from earlier.




24: One Crazy Day!! Ch. 02



"FUUUCK YEAH!!SUCK THAT BIG DICK!!" She looked up at me with her mouth stuffed and an angry look while she scrapped her teeth along the length of my penis.

"HEEEY!! Watch the teeth!!" I showed her the open screen of the phone for emphasis with her photo plainly displayed and felt the soothing swirling motion of her tongue as she started pumping her head on my cock again. I decided I didn't trust her and grabbed a handful of her hair balling my fist around it and creating a tightly drawn back ponytail. Her porcelain doll features were on full display as I struggled to pull her head off my cock.

"WHAT -THE-FUCK YOU-AAAARRRCCKK!!?" I had shoved my prick back into her mouth and began to fuck her throat in earnest. I'd pulled her head back far enough to arch my back off the couch and really drive my junk into her throat.

"GAAK!! GAAAK!! GAAAACK!!" Copious amounts of saliva ran from her enclosed lips into her deep cleavage as she dug her nails into my thighs causing enough pain for me to let her go. She fell back on her luscious bottom hacking up more spit and pre-cum, wiping her mouth with her forearm.

"You CRAZY FUCK!! You (panting) trying to choke me to death with that thing?!!" She sounded as though she would start crying any minute.

"Oh, you can't handle a brother?" I taunted her with the intent of bruising her considerable ego and she took the bait hook, line and sinker shoving her face back into my crotch with a noticeable ferocity. She worked my pants down to my ankles and pushed my legs farther apart than I would have liked as she shoved her torso towards me taking me deep again.

Yanira fucked my cock with her face for another five minutes before I had to tap out pushing her back on her haunches.

"Who can't TAKE IT now bitch?!!" She surprisingly half laughed while couching up more of our mixed fluids.

"You got me there baby." I admitted as I reached down into her soaked blouse cupping both of her very buoyant tits (They felt like implants.). Yanira slapped my hands away tugging at the plunging neckline of her frock pulling it apart and popping out her impressive boobs and confirming their status as implants.

"How much did hubby pay for those?"

"Fuck you." She didn't miss a beat as she wrapped her high priced breasts around my cock and started bouncing up and down on her haunches giving me a half decent titjob. I wondered how good she was when she was completely sober. Her phony tits felt really good on my cock lubricated with all her spit and my precum.

"Get the fuck up, I'm getting tired of doing all the fuckin' work." She complained tossing my dick aside as she stood and slipped the wet, flimsy garment over her head onto the floor. I now got a chance to look at her naked torso which looked small because of her large spongy breasts. She must have been a small C-Cup before going up a size or two because her tits had that bolted on look ever so slightly. I palmed her tits while she sighed out loud trying to look uninterested. They felt real like the perky tits of a teen.

"Stop pawing my fuckin' tits!" She slapped my hands away and lay on her back on my couch. I noticed her tits kept their form pointing straight up at the ceiling; I must have been drooling at the mouth because Yanira grinned and cupped her boobs together in an open invitation.

"Fuck yeah!" I slid my cock in-between her phony tits and started pumping her wet cleavage. Saliva and pre-cum were webbed across between her breasts and it made for an enticing visual as Yanira opened her mouth accepting the head of my cock and sucking especially hard when my penis head pierced her plump lips. The sensation was so euphoric that I leaned back to get more leverage as I rage fucked her big tits. I raised one of my fists in the air waving it about as if I was riding a bucking bronco as the fingers of my other hand found their way into the crotch of her jeans. I could feel the heat coming from her most holiest of holy's as I rhythmically rubbed her to distraction. 

Yanira's legs bucked and I felt them trap my hand in a death grip. As she squirmed around on my couch. I took the opportunity to lean forward and shove my cock further into her mouth and she responded by violently pushing me back nearly causing me to fall on the floor.

I suppressed a smile as I watched her lean over and cough up what appeared to be her dinner on my floor.

"ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME DICKWAD?!!" She screamed between coughs. I just waved my cock in her face, bouncing it with one finger.

"Too much for you bitch? You ready to tap out hoe?!!" I watched as she clenched her teeth and made some sort of angry noise behind her porcelain veneers. 

"Okay, okay motherfucker. I got you this time pussy." She looked like hell with smeared mascara and lipstick slicked across her cheek, but her Latin ego seemed to be getting the better of her as I watched her struggle to her feet and unsnap the huge belt around her waist. I was shocked as she unsnapped her jeans and began to roll the skin-tight garment down her ample thighs.

"Oh, fuck me." I was treated to a magnificent view of Yanira's expansive butter-pecan tinted rear that had to be seen to be believed. It was slightly wider than her waist, but stuck out substantially from her body like a shelf.

I caught a bit of a smirk on Yanira's cupie doll face as she got on her knees on my couch facing the window. She was actually putting her back porch on display for me and I didn't waste any time palming that ass I'd seen many times covered by tightly stretched material of the many mid-thigh and miniskirt. Her huge ass made my hands look almost child small as I kneaded and spread her cheeks. 

Yanira's ass had a kind of familiar sponginess to it and I dug my nails into one of her cheeks getting a familiar feeling and barely a reaction from the woman it belonged to.

"Fuck, is anything on you real?" She had ass implants, my former bitch of a boss and latina bombshell...was fake in the ass as well. I slapped the outside of her big fake butt cheeks with both of my hands really hard as she shrieked and looked over her should at me.

"¡Vete a la mierda! Tu estúpido hijo de puta!! Un beso mi gran culo falso y morir perra!!" I guess I'd pissed her off so much, that she started speaking in her native language. 

"OOOOHHH!! FUUUCCK MEEEE!!" I'd drove my cock home, deep into the only thing that seemed real at the time, her actually very tight snatch.

"¡ Mierda!! Me está arrancando mi puta madre aparte coño!! Im sólo a dejar el coño, no es tuyo cabrón!!" Yanira continued to curse me as she found herself unable to escape my grasp as I pounded away at her extremely wet and tight vagina. I can't tell you how good it felt to be sticking it to my boss.

"Yeah (I grunted)...do your fuckin' job trick. Do ya FUCKIN' JOB HOE!! How you like (Grunting) doing business with BIG BLACK COCK bitch?!!" She had initially been squirming in what I assumed was a bid to get away from my offending member, but that changed five minutes into my doggie routine when Yanira started slamming herself back into my pelvis with authority.

"No puedes manejar a este gran negro puto! Vas a estar soñando conmigo cuando eres un cerdo de una esposa!!"

I didn't know what she said, but it sounded like some kind of racial insult and I don't play that shit. I leaned over her until I was almost on her back and covered her hands with my own bringing both of my legs up onto the couch behind her.

"TALK SHIT NOW TRICK!!" I began rocking my pelvis back and forth into her body with a wrecking ball motion that had her screaming bloody murder.

"NOW DO YA FUCKIN' JOB AND MAKE ME CUM HOE!!" My pelvis slapping into her big, fake bubblicious ass was making that wet meat sound as I fucked my hot puertorican boss into submission. I had been fucking her so hard that she leaned forward resting her head on the tops of her hands sobbing.

"Oh por favor tranquilos sobre mí papá!! Está acariciando mi coño tan bien! Me está haciendo sentir como un virgen otra vez gran papi!! Oh mierda verga grande papá!!" 

I still didn't know what she was saying, but it sounded a little more contrite as I looked over at my phone and saw the display lighting up. I snatched up my phone while fucking Yanira and got a few more pics for prosperity making sure to include her face in the photos.

My heart almost leapt out of my throat when I read the message on the phone's display.

"I'm on my way home unfortunately Gerald. You'd better not be doing anything you don't have any business doing jerk. BTW, I found all your little porn sites on the family computer and blocked them. Have fun jerking off without porn asshole." The message was from my wife and it was dated twenty minutes prior to my viewing of it.

This was bad.

Shaila would be home any minute and here I was with my cock shoved way up inside my bosses snatch. 

This was bad.

Divorced and losing all my money, kids and peace of mind bad. If Shaila walked in on me right now there's no telling what she would do. On many occasions I'd watched her brawl with family members until they were both bloody. I didn't fancy ending up on the Steve Wilkos show.

"GAMES OVER BITCH!!" I snatched my still very hard and erect cock out of Yanira eliciting a look of surprise from my subdued boss.

"W-What the fuck's going on Gerald?"

"IT'S TIME TO GO HOE!! MOVE BITCH MOVE!! (I had snatched up her clothing and tossed it at her.) COME ON YANI!! DATE PRISA PUTA!!" She reeled back looking shocked as her large messy looking blouse was tossed into her face.

"MY FUCKING WIFE'S ON THE WAY HOME AND SHE'S ALMOST HERE BIATCH!!" 

I didn't have to tell Yanira twice as she hopped off the couch fumbling with her clothing and looking for her coat until I tossed that in her face as well. She had put the blouse on inside out and was struggling to get her arm into her coat when I opened my door and shoved her out of my apartment.

"WHAT ABOUT MY OFFER GERALD?!!" She yelled through the front door.

"ALRIGHT BIATCH, I'M BACK ON THE PAYROLE!!" I answered back with my own yell.

"THE LOCATION'S DIFFERENT, I'LL TEXT YOU OKAY?!!" She continued as I fought the urge to open the door and pull some O.J. Simpson-type shit.

"WHATEVER-GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY BUILDING!!" 

I scrambled into the kitchen like a man on fire and snatched up a mop running back to the living room and cleaning up some of Yanira's mess. I heard someone entering the building making a lot of noise as they were coming up the stairs.

"Shit, I'm completely fucked." The house was reeking of sex and a few opened windows weren't going to cut it.

I had to think fast.

I remembered Boomer ...the family dog was on the back porch and bolted to the kitchen and opened the back door to our patio. Boomer was drinking from his water dish and was startled when I ran at him with the mop waving it like a madman. I'm sorry to say, scoundrel that I am, that I ran Boomer all through the living room making him yelp in fear.

I could hear the key turning in the door and suddenly realized that I was wearing pants. I barely got them on before the door was tossed wide open giving Boomer the opportunity to run out the front door followed by me past my wife and one of her girlfriends, some fugly chick named Muffy.

It didn't take me long to round up my frightened pet. I felt bad about using Boomer to cover my cheating and promised the poor mutt an extra-large bowl of kibble. 

"WHAT-IN-THE-FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN DOING IN HERE ALL NIGHT GERALD?!!"

Boomer had made quite the mess as he barreled through the house, but the mission had been accomplished. Shaila was none the wiser regarding my cheating and I received a verbal dress down about being a shiftless, lazy fuck-up for the next hour from my stone drunk wife. Shaila actually followed me around the house yelling at me as I cleaned up after Boomer and my affair. She really laid into me and I had to concentrate not to laugh in her face given the circumstances. Shaila had done everything in her power to keep me from getting off and I'd still ended up getting laid ... although I didn't get to cum.

Fuck...I guess she succeeded after all.

"I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHY I KEEP YOU AROUND GERALD!! YOU'RE JUST TAKING UP SPACE!!" That was a bit much and it hurt my ego a bit as I looked deeply into my wife's bloodshot eyes. I knew she was drunk, but still felt like she meant it.

"I got my job back."

This declaration stopped her rant dead in its tracks as she leaned against the kitchen door staring at me in momentary silence.

"Don't give me that bullshit." Her speech was slurred.

"I'm serious; Yanira called me up and told me it was all a big mistake. She's reinstating me with full pay for time lost baby."

It took a moment for it to dawn on her as she fumbled with the helm of her too small for her size dress. She looked like she was having hot flashes as she started to lean more on the door frame pulling her party dress up and revealing the flesh toned spanx that struggled mightily to contain the wife's street famous thighs and monster sized butt. The elastic garment went up her lower torso just an inch or two above her navel.

"You serious Gerald?"

"Yeah, I wouldn't fuck with you like that baby."

"You serious Gerald?" She was repeating herself and I was starting to get annoyed.

"Come on Shaila, you're drunk off your ass. Let me put you to bed." I'm no small guy, but it was hard enough getting my wife to her feet as she slumped over my shoulder like a giant, chubby baby.

"Oh Gerald, you stink baby." She said as I carried her to our bedroom and laid her on the disheveled queen sized bed.

"Unnngh!! You really smell bad Gerald."

"Okay baby, I got it." She seemed to get agitated and weakly shoved into my chest.

"Baby, you got that nasty dog smell all over you! GO WASH IT OFF!!" One of her errant shoves hit my lip actually breaking the skin. I secretly chalked it up to karma and stomped off to the bathroom to shower.

As I showered I thought of the crazy events that had occurred during the evening and actually counted my blessings. Yeah it was true that I hadn't cum, I still got to fuck my boss Yanira silly. I remembered that I'd taken a number of photos of her big fake ass as I was fucking it for all she was worth and figured I could just blackmail her again later.

In short order I got rock hard again and decided to use the photos on the phone to at least jerk off before hitting the sack.

"GEEERALD!" I heard my wife drunkenly call out to me just as I'd lubed up my cock and applied the wet hand towel. I'd decided to ignore her and found a really good picture of Yanira's huge butt. Knowing she'd had work done kinda took a little steam out of the proceedings.

"GEEERALD!" She wailed again pissing me off. Even with the photos it was hard to keep my erection up with her around. In truth, I was still mad at her for treating me like crap. I resolved to find out what Shaila wanted and give it to her so that I could have my fun.

I found my wife laying on her belly already passed out before I could see what she wanted.

...her dress had ridden up and her wide butt was on display for all to see. Part of the spanx had ridden up into her deep crack leaving one huge tan cheek exposed. It formed a perfect circle. I walked over to the bed with my cock tenting my pants and took a good look.

Lying flat as she was, Shaila's ass looked even more massive than it normally was...and I'm an all and out definitive "ASS MAN". I reached down tugging up on the spanx until the other ponderous cheek was set free.

"Bitch." I whispered while I lightly traced my fingertips across the deep crack of Shaila's ass. In moments I'd discarded my towel and was straddling Shaila's bloated thighs in my birthday suit.

The consistency of her massive donk was very buoyant and she retained some noticeable stretch marks from the two kids we'd been blessed with. I pushed the material of her undergarments further until it was a lopsided corona at the top of her crack. I leaned over and grabbed some baby oil liberally applying it to my engorged penis as Shaila snored drunkenly.

I pushed her cheeks together sandwiching them around my cock and slowly began pumping back and forth. I fucked those cheeks as best I could for a good thirty minutes leaking sweat and precum everywhere. Try as I might, I just couldn't get her scathing words out of my head.

"Just taking up space am I?" I echoed her words as I retrieved the baby oil and stuck my finger into the spout lubing it up.

Shaila barely stirred when my index finger went into her anus only to be followed by two more fingers moments later. She started to make little cooing sounds as I worked my fingers slowly around in her tight shitter and I was somewhat perplexed by this. She'd only let me into her ass once right before we got married for all of five minutes. She'd gone on an epic bedroom rampage because I didn't pull out in time and now here she was moaning and lightly shaking her Jurassic rump.

"Ba-by, baby...what are you doing?" She finally moaned and I knew I'd have to be quick before she could get up.

"Nothing, just giving you a rub down Shaila." I whispered as I positioned the plump head of my cock at her brown eye and slowly pushed in as I reached forward straddling her and softly kneaded her shoulders while my cock very slowly slid into her rectum with little to no resistance.

"OOOooh that feels sooooo good." She moaned and I felt her tighten up around me ever so softly. I began lightly working my cock in and out of her looking down at the motion ripples across her massive butt cheeks and becoming even harder. I wasn't gonna look a gift horse in the mouth.

"Yeeeah, play with my big fuckin aaaaasss ba-by." She softly begged and I obliged leaning back and cupping the huge cheeks together creating an inviting view of her bubbly butt smooshed together. She arched her back a little and began pushing back into my pelvis. This was no damn fun; I'd liked the illicit nature of sneaking into her backdoor. Here she was fucking me back and I started to pick up the pace a bit which only made her drunkenly giggle.

"Giggle?" I was fucking her ass and this big bitch was chuckling like got-damn Glen Quagmire. I was a little pissed when I probably shouldn't have been. Shaila was drunk off her ass and not responsible for her actions.

"OOOOHH SHIT!! That feels so fuuuckin good Marvin."

"Marvin?"

She'd arched her back further and was looking over her shoulder at me with this kind of lazy smile reading across her features.

"Bitch, who is fucking Marvin?"

"Yoooou are Marvin." I didn't know what this cunt had been drinking, but she was somewhere over the rainbow right now and I tightened by grip on her flabby waist rearing back until the head of my cock was near the entrance to her asshole.

"Bitch, I got your Marvin right fucking here." I rammed my Johnson into her as hard as I could with so much force that her head bumped into the headboard of our bed.

"OOOOOoouccch Marvin!! Be very, very quiet Marvin." I was already ramming the hell out of her ass with seething rage as she drunkenly giggled?!!

"Giggled?!!" What the fuck was this sorry shit!! I leaned forward rising up into a squatting position behind her fat ass and began pounding the snot out of her cheating shitter.

"Whose Marvin bitch?" I yelled while she giggled like a silly whimsical doofus. The motion ripples that ran across her huge water balloon booty became tremor vibrations while the sound of my pelvis slapping against her expansive ass filled the bedroom.

Shaila's head repeatedly bumped the headboard as I savagely tried to fuck the ass off of her.

"Marvin, Marvin Marvin, Marvin, Marvin Maaarvin!!" She laughed seemingly egging me on as I became a man possessed. 

"OOOOHH not sooo HARD Marvin, my dumb ass husband might find out about us." She giggled still not coming out of her stupor.




24: One Crazy Day!! Ch. 02



"Oh Marvin, you love my flabby booty more than my husband (She put a finger to her lips as if speaking in secret.) but don't let anybody know. It's our little secret."

The rest of her confession was muffled as I reached up and pushed her head into the mattress and I doggie styled her until I shot a week's worth of my frustration up her apparently well used shitter.

Shaila's massive gaped ass was covered in my cum which was leaking from her gaped ass. It looked like a crime scene...and she was still giggling face down on the mattress.

"CLEAN ME UP TRICK!" I had finally cum and suffice it to say, I didn't feel any better while my sloppy, cheating bitch of a wife licked my cock clean before finally barfing all over the sheets and collapsing into it. I turned her vomit covered face to the side in respect for our kids so that she wouldn't be smothered. 

I didn't know what to make of the situation as I snatched some sheets and blankets from the bed and went into the living room to sleep on the couch. Moments later, I heard a thump as my BBW wife had most likely tumbled onto the floor.

I checked my phone for a few moments looking at pics of Yanira's big fake butt and thought it was a just a bit nicer than my wife's monster sized donk. There was a message from Yanira on my phone.

It was just an address.

Not one I was familiar with, but I'd resolved to solve that little adventure another day.

"Who the fuck is Marvin?" passed from my lips in a angry barely audible whisper before sleep overtook me.

TO BE CONTINUED...



24: One Crazy Day!! Ch. 03



Debbie Manchellini

Gerald had tossed and turned all night his sleep disturbed by the fact that he had discovered his wife's infidelity. He had emerged from his home at five in the morning and stalked off across town to his favorite diner for an early morning breakfast.

He just didn't want to face his wife not trusting himself to remain civil. Hell, not trusting himself to refrain from putting a foot in her fat, wobbly ass. So he decided that he would deal with Shaila when he got home that evening. He just wanted to bury himself in his work.

He had completely forgotten his own infidelity earlier in the evening with his boss from the Temp Agency-Yanira.

He'd consulted his phone's map feature to find out just where he was working and was surprised to find that it was nowhere near the downtown business district where he was usually assigned. He'd have to take the BART (metro train) to the end of the line and then wait forty-five minutes for a community bus. The area where he was being sent was an elite gated community for the rich and the mega-rich citizens in the bay area. 

Gerald would have to walk several blocks to the gated area's guard shack just to gain entrance to the community.

"Name?" Gerald was already sweating by the time he'd reached the guard's station and was nearly exhausted. The two guards chuckled as they checked his name and identification and began laughing aloud as he was directed through the gate. 

*****

There was a buzzer on the front of the massive gate that sat in front of the mansion I'd discovered at the end of my morning quest.

I was sweaty as fuck and in no mood for bullshit as I stood outside these massive gates feeling like an asshole. I'd figured that Yanira was in a drunken craze when she had sent me into this uber' rich neighborhood, but I really had nothing to do and I definitely didn't wanna go home and face the wife. Finding out that she had apparently been cheating on me for some time had blown my mind.

Yeah, I'd fucked my boss from the TEMP-Agency, but only after my old lady had told me she was going out on a monogamous -optional date. I hadn't gone out looking for a side piece of ass; it'd just worked out that way. Fuck, I didn't even get to cum on Yanira's big, fake butt. I'd really regretted not raining spunk all over that big rounded tan donk and making that bitch clean my cock proper.

"May I help you sir." I'd drifted off again waxing nostalgic as a voice addressed me from the intercom. 

"The Agency sent me?" I was still a little disoriented at my surroundings having just completed a min-hike up a hillside that could have doubled for a small mountain. I wasn't comfortable in this ritzy neighborhood and I'd even noticed some "melanin-challenged" people staring out of their windows at me as I walked up the street. I'd expected to be accosted by security any moment and they didn't disappoint driving up slowly and cautiously even as the massive gate opened before me.

I considered flipping the two rent-a-cops the bird, but decided against it because I'd have to go back the way I came eventually. 

"Fuck you." One of the security guards, a particularly evil looking redheaded guy mouthed in my direction while his Hispanic partner pointed at me with his fingers making a gun gesture. I just smiled back at those two cunts knowing they wouldn't be doing that shit if they weren't packing heat.

Even though I'd walked a ways up the hill, I was still faced with another five minute walk before I reached the front door of the mansion. I found an odd-looking Pilipino woman standing in the doorway waiting for me. Said her name was Ophelia and she looked about thirty-nine, was well under five feet and appeared to have some bubbly curves well hidden under a tan business suit. She led me through the expansive and immaculate home to an outdoor area with a pool that rivaled some high school gymnasiums.

I was led to an elevated area off to one side of the pool which was obscured from views by some really large hedges that enclosed this patio type area in a rectangular pattern. I was led to a set of glass tables covered by a large umbrella and where a set of folders and papers were there along with a laptop computer. Ophelia had me fill out a completely new application which she placed off to the side.

"Wait here ...sir." Her tone was unmistakable and the condescending, smug glances she gave me as she left the patio had me fuming. Just who the fuck did this trick think she was? I felt like a complete asshole sitting there in the hot sun with sweat stains covering my back and permeating my armpits. I'd wisely left my suit jacket on to hide my shame. 

I could hear Ophelia speaking with someone down by the pool. It sounded like another female voice; it was someone aggressive and harsh. My curiosity got the better of me as I jumped to my feet and peered over the hedge haphazardly. I had to balance on my toes to get just a slight view of the pool.

Ophelia was obscuring the person she was speaking with because this woman was sunning herself by the pool. The way the arrogant little Philippine woman was standing with her arms folded demurely in front of her let me know that this was probably the person that hired me. I was amused at the submissive posture of Ophelia with her head slightly bowed and her chubby body hunched over. I watched Ophelia pour her mistress a glass of water and slowly back away.

I was not prepared for the sight before my eyes.

There she was in all her glory lying on a lounge chair adjacent to the Olympic sized pool in a very small white two-piece bikini. She faced away from me as she emptied the small glass of water, her facial features obscured by a majestic mane of curly blonde hair that fell just below her shoulders. I couldn't really see her tits, but her sun bronzed back was toned and slender leading to what I'd like to call cartoonishly wide hips that perfectly encapsulated one of the BIGGEST BUTTS, I'd ever seen. Her thighs complemented her perfect ass invitingly plump and toned with the hint of muscle in her substantial calves. I was rock hard in an instant and my cock threatened to burst from my slacks taking me with it into a feverish lust that caused me to visibly tremble. I knew this woman.

Debbie.

Debbie Manchellini, my former boss at the law firm. Affectionately known around that office as "Wide Load" and "Bell Bottom" this woman was so cold hearted that you have to turn up the thermostat whenever she was around.

This was bitch that had fired me weeks earlier after I'd been caught making what I thought were flattering comments about her infamous backside. I cursed her so many times over the last few weeks as my wife took my termination as a license to run rough shod all over my fucking manhood.

I ain't gonna lie, the first time I'd seen Debbie walking around the office, I'd nearly lost my shit when she walked past my cubicle. I remember my co-worker Brad asking me if I was okay because I was trembling. He had no idea that my cock was so hard it was touching the underside of my desk. In fact I hadn't been so hard since high school.

Fuck, that's a lie because I really hadn't been so hard since I'd first seen the expansive back porch of my at the time girlfriend Shaila. We'd been dating for about a month and she hadn't so much as let me cop a feel when she'd invited me over to her place one Friday night. Supposedly I was invited over to watch a movie (It was some Indy piece of shit she'd heard about called Daughters of the Dust.) when things got a little out of hand. Light pecks on the cheek and lips in short order had turned into full-on ass grabbing and crotch kneading. I chaffed at the memory as Shaila kept saying she usually didn't do this sort of thing and that she wasn't no "HOE."

"Yeah sure you weren't biatch." I remembered plying one of her slightly saggy boobs from the plain bra under her t-shirt and rolling the nipple as she slipped her fingers into my fly and started jerking me through my boxers. I'd tried to return the favor but had been stopped cold as Shaila dug her nails into my hands when I tried to breach her orange granny panties. 

"We're just playing, chill the fuck out Gerald." She'd warned pissing me off so much that I immediately stopped my groping. It was really cold in that little single for the next thirty minutes as Shaila nervously tried to make small talk to ease the tension in the room when she realized how angry I was. 

"I'm going to the kitchen, you want anything?" She asked getting only a disinterested grunt in response. I was laser focused on the dull movie playing on her television. I was trying to decide if I should just walk the fuck out and stop dealing with an obvious tease. Shaila made my decision for me as she stood and took a step over in front of me facing the television as she leaned forward sliding her beige cargo pants down to the bottom of her prodigious cheeks exposing herself to me in full glory. 

Shaila would reach behind her and spread my thighs squatting into my lap and nearly making my blow my load right there. I would spend the next three hours playing with her wide juicy ass, kneading and rolling her cheeks slapping my cock into her crack. I shuddered at the memory of her luscious tan cheeks pressed hard around my dick as I spewed copious amount of cum all over her massive bubble.

"You still mad at me?" She'd teased afterwards as I responded by playfully kissing her forehead. I'd been hooked after that fateful night and things had progressively gone downhill from there.

"Mr. Robertson!" I was suddenly jolted back to the present realizing that I was still facing the pool and Debbie Manchellini. I hadn't noticed Ophelia in the patio area and I didn't initially realize that my pants were tented.

"Mrs. Manchellini will see you now."

"Uh, right now? At the pool?" I was flustered and a little disoriented from my lascivious thoughts and I was pretty sure the short Pilipino woman could tell.

"Yes Mr. Robertson and perhaps you should adjust yourself accordingly." She nodded at my erection and I nervously laughed and turned away to adjust myself as best I could. I'm pretty sure Debbie's assistant was more than likely disgusted by me at this point as her cautious demeanor suggested. I was led to the entrance of the pool area which was gated off with a small foot high fence. Ophelia unlatched the gate and led me over to the pool where I was treated to a full view of Debbie's gratuitous backside and bronzed sun kissed skin. She was still lying face down on the lounge chair. I noticed she was wearing a very expensive pair of jewel encrusted sunglasses that were partially obscured by her healthy shock of blonde hair. Debbie appeared to be sleeping.

"Thank you Ophelia and let my staff know that no one is come out to this area until I call for them or they will be terminated." I was shocked the moment she spoke because I was pretty sure she was out like a light.

"Yes Mrs. Manchellini, I will take care of everything." Ophelia quietly left me alone with Debbie who remained face down and motionless. I watched her calmly walk back up the detailed stairwell and into the mansion.

I was left alone with Debbie Manchellini, a half nude bikini clad fantasy right out of some high class porno. Well that was my assessment of the situation at the moment and I was genuinely perplexed at the state of affairs this sunny morning.

"Enjoying the view?" She broke the silence directing my attention back at her and automatically my gaze traveled down her back to her impressive cheeks cut into three perfect potions by the fabric of her white bikini bottoms. My cock jumped around in my pants and precum was running from the fat head of my penis.

"Your assistant tell you I was watching?"

"No, I just know you were Gerald. Don't you remember why I fired you?" There was no emotion in her voice, nothing I could read and that made me nervous.

"So is that it? You wanna gloat or something?" She didn't answer and I was starting to feel anger welling up inside as the prospect of being played by another woman in less than twenty-four hours started to piss me off.

"Do me a favor Gerald."

"What?"

She turned towards me and I noticed her slightly prominent nose and a lazy smile.

"Could you do my back Gerald?" she motioned with a nod of her head and I followed her gaze to a thin tube of suntan lotion on a small glass table next to her lounge chair. I picked up the tube and alternately stared at it and her gauging the request.

"This isn't rocket science Gerald." I didn't have to be told twice and popped the cap on the tube squirting a liberal amount on Debbie's back. I started gingerly rubbing it into her shoulders watching as more of the fluid slowly ran down the contours of her spine and pooled in the small of her back.

I mostly confined my efforts to her shoulders for the first few minutes as she moaned and relaxed under the pressure of my fingers. I was horny as hell, but not so caught up that I would throw caution to the wind.

"Come on Gerald, don't be shy." Debbie cooed moving slightly and settling on her stomach. She rolled her hips from side to side for emphasis. I wasn't gonna be told twice and I squirted a liberal amount of the lotion on her wide derriere. My palms rested in the center of each of her huge ass cheeks as I began rubbing the oil into her skin in circular motions marveling at how small my hands looked in comparison to her huge butt. 

"Am I living up to your fantasy Gerald?" She asked breezily after a few moments as I happily kneaded her cheeks. I didn't hear her right away as I pushed her big muscular butt together and jiggled her ass.

"What?"

"Are you enjoying yourself?" She asked again as I pulled the fabric of her bikini upwards into the considerable crack of her ass. She let out a slight giggle while sweat ran profusely down my brow.

"Fuck yeah." Any pretense of civility had left my mind as the Id of lust took up residence infusing me with a single minded fixation on Debbie Manchellini's HUGE ASS.

"Pull em down Gerald."

"Excuse me?" I couldn't believe I had heard her correctly. Debbie was moving her ass in a horizontal motion and I noticed slight motion ripples on the surface of her big butt.

"Pull my bikini bottoms off." It sounded like a command judging from her stern tone and I didn't hesitate hooking my thumbs into the top of the white material that seemed too small for her ass and slowly drew them down revealing the object of my lust. 

"Holy shit, fuck me stupid." Just like that, Debbie's magnificent ass was finally in front of me in all its awesome glory. I just couldn't get over how small her actual waist was in comparison to her wide hips. Debbie Manchellini's big butt was a perfect storm of two huge oval cheeks without a sign of cellulite anywhere. I even noticed the small triangle of alabaster skin denoting the spot covered up by her bikini bottoms.

"So I guess you like what you see huh?" She sounded pleased with herself and I answered her by leaning forward and running my tongue over that one tan line reveling in the salty taste of her sweat.

In short I lost control completely breaking down and kissing and rubbing my face all over her big juicy butt getting suntan lotion all over my face. I don't know what came over me as I licked the crack of her ass in long measured strokes as Debbie moaned and squirmed slightly under my touch. I grabbed the outsides of her round hips gently pulling her up to her knees while her torso remained flat on the lounge chair.

"OOOOOOH fuck." Debbie moaned as I stuck my face deep into the crevice between her ass cheeks and started licking for all I was worth. I ran my tongue against the puffy lips of her pussy with a kind of frenzied hunger that was borderline animalistic. She spread her legs apart allowing my tongue to enter her and I eagerly lapped up the juices leaking from her aroused cunt. In short order I grabbed her luscious hips and pressed her cunt and ass into my soaked face. 

"Oh fuck Gerald you're so gawd-damn good at this!!" She breathily moaned wiggling and bumping herself against my face.

"Who-Whoever said that black guys don't like to eat pussy didn't know what the fuck they were talking about!! F-FUUUCK!!" She screamed as she squirted into my face and mouth and flopped down on her stomach breathing heavily.

"Shut the fuck up trick!!" I heard myself growl in a monstrous tone.

"Excuse me Gerald?" Debbie was jolted out of her orgasmic stupor while I literally ripped my cock out of my pants and shoved it into her dripping snatch eliciting a loud gasp from my boss. 

I don't know what got into me as I just started ramming my dick in and out of Debbie's pussy as hard as I could. I really couldn't help myself as I fucked the dog shit out of Debbie while she moaned and screamed under my body as her cheeks rippled from my thrusts. And that's how it went for nearly thirty minutes before my lust took things a step further when I mashed Debbie's wide hips down onto the lounge chair parted her cheeks and squirted more of the sun-tan lotion onto the slightly darkened ring of her asshole.

"OOH SHIT!! YOU'RE SO FUCKING HARD GERALD!!" My cock sunk suprisingly easy into her anus and I just continued ramming down into her until I felt the familiar fire of a huge impending orgasm. After that I couldn't tell you what she was saying as I put both of my legs up on the lounge chair and pounded Debbie out until I finally came screaming and filling her asshole to capacity with my cum. I was in a stupor and stood up over her jerking out the rest of my cum onto her big monster sized ass cheeks.

After I was done, I just remained standing there like a fucking zombie looking blankly at what I had done as Debbie turned over on her elbow took her glasses off and surveyed the wide expanse of her butt and the mess I had made. She actually reached back scooping some of my ejaculate up and licked her fingers clean.

I suddenly lost it again grabbing her hips, flipping her onto her back and making a meal of her well used snatch. It took her less than a minute to cum again as I sucked hard on her clit. I felt her fingers in my hair rubbing me lovingly as I cleaned her up. I was suddenly afraid and looked up into her green eyes. I was out of breath and breathing heavily as well. I was seriously out of shape and had been for some time now. It was a miracle that I didn't have a heart attack while I was fucking her stupid.

"Uh, you can call the cops now Debbie."

"W-What the fuck are you talking about?"

"You called me up here today to gloat and well, I clearly lost control." I figured she had planned to tease me to distraction and kick me out. I'd lost my shit when I saw that big butt and basically attacked her. I was ready to take my punishment and I knew my cheating bitch of a wife wouldn't be in my corner.

"You are a real fucking idiot, you know that Gerald? I didn't get you up here for some bullshit revenge. I-I wanted to thank you." Her hard features softened considerably.

"Thank me? For what Debbie?"

"If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't know who I really am Gerald." She answered sitting up and motioning for me to sit beside her.

"I've hated myself for so long I didn't remember why and I gave everyone I met a reason to hate me so easily. I sucked as a human being and took my frustrations out on my employees. As you can see, I really don't get out much. My husband Frank likes me to stay close to this rather large cage." I didn't grasp why she was pouring her guts out to me.

"When I caught you talking about my ass like a crazed maniac, it sent me over the edge. My husband you see HATES my fat butt and he has been screwing around on me for quite some time now."

"So I'm just your revenge?"

"No, not at all Gerald. After my uh breakdown, I ended up fucking one of your friends in the break room and it kind of opened my eyes that a lot of people are into my look. I'm not hideous."




24: One Crazy Day!! Ch. 03



"You're fucking hot Debbie Manchellini." I was honest and I saw her weakly smile betraying even more emotion that up until that time was completely uncharacteristic of whom I knew her to be. She also had a really nice set of tits as well.

"Thank you Gerald." She punctuated her words with a soft kiss to my lips and stood removing her bikini top. She stood before me completely nude and allowed my eyes to drink in the beauty of her perfect hourglass figure.

"I'm not all that different from you Gerald. I'm originally from Oklahoma and I was a majorette, volleyball player and runner up in the Ms. Cornhusker pageant. I get my figure from my distant Nordic heritage. I'm basically just a farm girl who was plucked from obscurity by a rich asshole with mafia ties."

"Mafia ties?" I was seriously worried while Debbie laughed at my reaction.

"Gerald you need to learn how to relax." With that she jumped into the pool and started doing a few laps. I just watched until I was allowed the privilege of wrapping a towel around her awesome figure. I was still watching as she walked up to the mansion swaying her hips back and forth for my benefit.

"Damn." I'd settled back into my chair forgetting that I was basically pants-less after ravishing my boss Debbie Manchellini. I dozed off in the afternoon sunlight.

"Mr. Robertson? Mr. Robertson please wake up." I was awakened by Ophelia and immediately realized I was half nude in front of her cupping my hands over my package.

"You fuck her?" Ophelia asked with a slight sense of urgency.

"Uh, what do you think?"

"May I Mr. Robertson?" I found her small hands moving my hands away exposing my slightly hard cock.

"I would like to clean your cock sir. You wouldn't mind would you Mr. Robertson?"

"What?" I was surprised as I felt her fingers enclose around my erect cock.

"I'm gay Mr. Robertson. I've been coveting Debbie for years and I'd do anything to taste her. Even suck her off of your dick." With that Ophelia buried the length of me deep inside her throat and basically sucked on my cock like a Popsicle until she had cleaned all of Debbie's juices from my dick. To show her appreciation, Ophelia cupped my balls and roughly jerked me off until I sprayed my load all over the patio concrete floor. 

She wiped me clean with some wipes she'd brought down from the house and sent me on my way with an employee packet.

I noticed Debbie's cell number on the corner of one of the forms and knew that we'd probably hook up again at some point. The minute I was back on the metro on my way home, thoughts of Shaila began to run through my mind. It didn't seem all that bad considering my day, but I didn't want to let her off the hook.

My son Jamie was waiting for me in the doorway as I arrived home later than usual.

"Daddy, mommy's mad at you." He warned me as I stepped on the front porch of my building. I loved him; my eight year old was one of the few joys in my life.

"I want you to go ask your mother a question for me Jamie." 

"What's that daddy?"

"Ask your mommy who is Marvin?" My son ran off yelling the question to my wife. The sound of plates dropping and shattering on the kitchen floor followed shortly after.

"Who the fuck is Marvin?!!" I laughed.



24: One Crazy Day!! Ch. 04



Shaila's Cousin Deana

I was getting a divorce.

A huge fight had ensued that night after I'd sent my son into the house to ask my cheating bitch of a wife about her boyfriend. At first she tried to deny it like all cheaters do when they get busted, then she tried to turn the argument around talking about me taking advantage of her and leaving her face down in her own vomit the prior night. She'd stopped short of calling my anal assault on her monstrous flabby ass rape or some shit like that but kept trying to deflect the fight away from her apparent cheating.

I'd moved out of the house in the short term until I could get things settled in the divorce and was staying on a buddy's couch. I was working full time and stocking away some money for my impending divorce.

Shaila wasn't making things any easier and was refusing to let me see my kids. I'd heard through the grapevine that she'd started seeing Marvin out in the open and that he looked like some motherfucking male model. My curiosity had gotten the better of me and I'd found myself on an impromptu stakeout across the street from my house after a neighborhood homie had informed me that Shaila was out on the town with this "Marvin" guy.

The description of Marvin had been on the money as I was treated to some big roided out light skinned brother with that "good hair" sisters always be talking about. Shaila appeared to be drunk as usual and I was pissed when I saw her wearing an orange mini-dress that was nearly shorter than a t-shirt. Her stark white panties were quite visible and Marvin's large mitts were all over her massive flabby butt. I'd considered "bum rushing" the duo but that asshole was built like a tank and probably would have destroyed my chubby ass.

I just went back to my friend's apartment and got wasted on a forty ounce before signing the divorce papers. Everything was in order even down to letting me see my kids twice weekly and every other weekend. I figured I could just sue her later when I was in a better financial position. I didn't want to put my children through that shit. I watched some Kung-Fu flicks on the El REY network before passing out half dressed. 

My friend's girl Claudia inadvertently woke me up with the sounds of the shower running caused me to angrily stir. I felt like death warmed over and my taste buds felt like they'd been sucking on a Raid flavored lollipop. 

Word to the wise; don't mix Red Bull and Yak; that shit will fucking kill you Dawg.

Claudia was my buddy's smoking hot girlfriend and he'd lucked into the big time because she had just become a partner at an up and coming law firm. Pardon the expression but Claudia was the kind of bitch you mark as fucking unobtainable as shit. She was the kind of chick that you usually only saw in men's magazines. Claudia was the kind of woman that men killed for. In fact my buddy had only started dating her after taking a bullet to the head and laying in a coma for nearly six months.

"Sounds fucking crazy right?"

I figured that after he took a bullet from her crazy ex, Claudia was kind of guilted into a relationship and the love thing had blossomed from there. She was this Latin brunette that had this toned athletic body this crazy ass bubble butt that I'd been secretly drooling over since I'd seen her in these lime green yoga pants the first night I'd started catting out at their place. She didn't seem to be wearing any underwear and her cheeks were driving me to distraction along with her pronounced camel toe.

Here it was probably four in the morning and she was showering. I was rock hard imagining her nude and running a loofa sponge over her flawless body. I considered taking my problem in hand but that would have been disrespectful to my buddy especially after all he'd experienced. Then I happened to notice that the door to the bathroom was slightly ajar.

My curiosity and my cock were killing me and I knew she'd more than likely only be there for a few more minutes.

"So a brief glimpse wouldn't hurt; right guys?"

Surprisingly it didn't take as many steps as I thought to make it to the bathroom door. Through the crack in the door, I could make out the silhouette of my friend's girl as she stood under the steamy spray. She was using a Loofa sponge indeed as she bathed and even though the clear shower curtain was fogged I could see the erect nipples of her perky breasts which were quite large and appetizing. Her pretty face was little more than a blur as I noticed her rubbing the sponge between her legs and moaning.

OMG!!-She's masturbating!!

My cock at this point was tenting my shorts while I watched Claudia cup her own breast rolling the nipple between her fingers and closing her thighs around the cylindrical sponge. After a few moments she discarded the sponge and grabbed the detachable shower head going to town on herself. I felt like kicking the door open and whipping my junk out so and jerking off in front of her. Seriously, Claudia Escobar was that fucking hot.

Suddenly I realized that the shower had been turned off and despite my feelings, I found myself half-running back to be bed on the couch and hoping that I hadn't made enough noise to alert her attention to my peeping. I was so hard that my cock was poking between the couch cushions. I considered humping the tight space for a minute.

"Hope you enjoyed the show cabron." She suddenly whispered in my ear close enough for me to feel the heat from her breath. I shuddered under my wealth of blankets silently snickering at being caught and worrying that she would tell my buddy. I heard her padding away and snuck a look only to see her watching me outside the door to her bed room. It was still dark but I could make out a smirk on her face as she slipped her robe off revealing her flawless nude body.

"Fuck me stupid, that's no fair." I hoarsely whispered as she entered the bedroom.

Moments later I heard the telltale squeaking of a mattress and the creaking of the head board as she fucked my buddy silly.

Five minutes later, I jerked myself to a slightly satisfying orgasm in my boxers before passing out again.

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"HEY, WHAT THE FUCK?!!" I yelled surprised as a cup of ice cold water was poured on my head. I turned over to see Claudia coming to a rest as she sat on one of her expensive dining room chairs facing me. She was holding an empty tumbler which she sat on the coffee table keeping her piercing exotic eyes on me the whole time.

"Good morning sleepy head." She motioned towards the coffee table and I noticed a steaming hot cup of Joe staring me in the face. I was befuddled because earlier in the AM she had caught me perving on her and even bared her picture perfect body to me. I was beginning to think it was all a dream until I felt telltale wetness in the crotch of my boxers.

"Come on drink it before it gets cold Gerald." I simply nodded noting the elephant that was tap dancing around inside my skull sitting up and failing to realize that I was exposed until the first gulp of her expensive coffee brand was halfway down my throat.

"You do have a fat one down there cabron and I'm very flattered but perhaps you should put it away." I pulled a comforter around my shoulders obscuring my soiled cock from her view. I had made quite a mess of myself and hoped her glimpse of my junk wasn't long enough for her to notice that I'd jizzed all over myself while she was schooling her boyfriend earlier this morning.

"Six weeks Gerald."

"What?"

"You've been here six weeks, ten hours, seven minutes and thirty seconds Gerald. Ask me why I know that Gerald." My eyes followed her shapely legs as she folded one over the other.

"Why do you know that Claudia?" I didn't see any way out of an impending dress down by my friend's smoking hot girlfriend and just decided to go with it.

"Because that how long you have been getting on my fucking nerves Gerald and after this morning, I've definitely reached my limit with you." She punctuated her statement by pushing her thick horn rimmed glasses up on her thin nose.

"Look I'm sorry about that fucked up shit this morning. I really didn't mean anything by it but I just-uh, I couldn't help it Claudia." I was nervous as she sat there staring at me with no reaction what-so-ever.

"I know what I look like Gerald and I realize the effect that I have on both sexes for your information. Now before you get the idea that I'm some kind of arrogant bitch, I'd like you to know that I'm currently dodging two of the partners at my firm and a number of casual acquaintances including a Victoria secrets model."

"Yeah I get it, you got a full calendar huh? Well I already apologized so what do you want me to do?" She did sound a little arrogant for my tastes and I realized she usually didn't speak much when my friend was around.

"Have you ever heard of the Smith & Wesson Model 500 series of handgun Gerald?"

"Uh maybe; but why are you bringing up a weapon?"

"I just wanted to know if you were familiar with the weapon because your good friend, my fiancé is always trying to get me to go to the range with him to fire it. Did you know he sprained his wrist the first time he fired the fucking thing Gerald?"

"Are you threatening me Claudia?" I already knew the answer to that question but she had just blown away all of my assumptions about her up until this time.

"No Gerald, I know you realize how fond of me your friend is and how UPSET he would be if HE found out or was told how you were peeping into the bathroom this morning while I was washing." She was definitely threatening me.

"Look, I'll move out-TODAY OKAY CLAUDIA?!!" I was the kind of guy that didn't appreciate being threatened but I knew when I was in a losing situation. Having my homie's girl trick on me for perving on her would be-well it could look kind of BAD.

"That's not all you're going to do today Gerald."

"What?"

"Pull out your cock Gerald." She said it so plainly that I almost didn't catch it considering her thick accent and all.

"Excuse me?"

"I SAID pull out your fucking DICK cabron." She leaned forward in her seat resting her elbows on her knees as she looked deep into my eyes.

"Uh, why Claudia?"

"Because I want you to jerk off in front of me right fucking now motherfucker; I want to see how much cum shoots out of your black cock before I kick your fat ass out on the street." My jaw nearly dropped to the hardwood floor of her living room.

"Seriously?"

"What do you think Gerald; do I look like I'm playing?" I have to admit that she appear to be deadly serious. I decided to play along and troll her arrogant ass partially because I didn't know what her next move would be if I refused. I slowly let the comforter wrapped around my shoulders slide down revealing my unfettered length for her to see. She didn't have a reaction right away.

"Come on puto, play with yourself." Claudia sounded irritated and I cautiously wrapped my fingers around my cock slowly robotically stroking it in front of her expressive eyes. 

"Eh don't fuck around Gerald; I want you to REALLY do it motherfucker!" 

I really can't tell you what got into me whether it was her thick accent or the fact that she was one of the hottest women I'd ever seen, but I managed to work up a steady rhythm alternating between one and two hands on my junk for her viewing pleasure.

"Yeah that's right fat ass; jerk your chubby dick to me until you cum and then get the fuck out of my house!!" Her voice has gone all husky and she was slightly squirming around on the seat.

"That what does it for you Claudia?"

"No idiot; getting FUCKED HARD is what DOES IT for me as you say. I like to walk around my fucking house naked and available for your friend to take me whenever he pleases. But you're here and I can't do that now; can I Gerald?!" She was definitely getting hot and bothered, arching her back against the chair she was resting her bubble butt on.

"You don't have to tell me what a hot bitch you are, I saw you rubbing one out this morning!" She started laughing in a manner that made me feel even more uncomfortable.

"I saw your pathetic ass perving on me so I decided to give you a little show. Did you jerk your cock to me while you were peeking fucker?"

"No, but I thought about coming in and jacking it right in front of you bitch."

"Why didn't you Gerald?" I noticed that she was cupping one of her tits right through her blouse and that her other hand was working its way towards her crotch.

"I don't know Claudia; maybe because you're my friend's girl?"

"Really?" She was drawing her skirt up revealing her toned thighs as her shapely legs parted.

"Yeah, even though you're hot I can't fuck over my friend like that." I was honest even as I increased the pace on my length. My heart rate picked up when she finished pulling her form fitting skirt up to show my her bounty.

Claudia Escobar didn't wear panties.

"Is that right Gordo; you mean to tell me you don't want some of my poosy?" I don't know if it was the sight of her bald pussy or the way she pronounced "pussy" that got to me, but I just lost it.

"AAAHHHH FUUUCK!!" Thick jets of cum shot straight out of my cock followed by at least three other spurts in diminished degrees as I soiled my slacks as Claudia quickly leaned forward in her seat visibly excited.

"COME ON GERALD; DON'T STOP JERKING YOUR CHUBBY PITO UNTIL IT IS EMPTY MOTHERFUCKER!! JERK THAT COCK BABY!! JERK IT THE FUCK OFF MIATE!!" She egged me on and I continued working myself until I was hurting.

"I-I'm done." I finally admitted too weak to continue.

"No; you're not done fat ass."

"W-What?"

"Get over here and lick my wet fucking poosy Gerald." She took her glasses off and leaned back in her seat with one hand delicately holding her flower open.

"Well ain't this about a bitch?" She didn't have to tell me twice as I crawled over and shamelessly buried my face in her dripping wet snatch.

For the next twenty minutes I licked, slurped and nibbled on her cunt while she continued to berate me as she experienced at least two orgasms. She was so aggressive and fucking sexy; I found myself completely intimidated by her. She probably was one hell of an attorney. When she was done with me, she planted her heel in my chest and used her shapely leg to shove me back.

"Now GET-THE-FUCK out of MY HOUSE GERALD!!" I scrambled to my feet and gathered some things and as I turned the door knob I heard her call out to me.

"Dinner's at eight; don't be late." I did a double take and peered over my shoulder to find her winking at me.

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I was finally able to get myself properly cleaned up at a nearby gas station before I caught a bus halfway across town to my storage unit. I checked in and opened small enclave sitting on a folding chair and reading the morning paper. I was still unnerved by Claudia's behavior and figured it'd be best if I found another place to live. I checked the email on my phone finding a reminder that I had to get my divorce papers to Shaila today. We'd ironed things out in regards to our limited assets and visitation for the children, but I just couldn't stand looking at that fat bitch. Ever since we went public with our split, it was like she was attached at the hip with that Marvin guy.

Man. I'd love to split that jacked up fucker's wig, but going to jail ain't a good look for me and besides; I had my kids to think about. I knew my son was staying with his aunt Deana for the weekend, so I decided that I'd drop the signed divorce papers there. Besides I hadn't seen Deana in about a year and I loved perving on her huge tits. We'd kind of hooked up before I started dating my wife and I'd never really got the chance to close the deal if you know what I mean.

Back in the day I'd been reeling from a break-up with a particularly THICK Latin chick when I'd met Deana at a local mall. She was working at a photo booth and I was instantly smitten when I'd caught a glance of her impressive rack. Man I tell you, this girl's chest had a chest if you get my meaning. My eyes laser-locked onto the busty profile of this dark mocha colored beauty. Unfortunately I'd been so focused on Deana's rack that I hadn't paid attention to where I was going and ended up taking a header into the mall's indoor fountain.

She'd been a good sport about the whole ordeal and even brought me a towel to dry off with. It had taken nearly two weeks of constant visits to the mall before he'd scored her number and another week of continuous extended phone conversations before she'd even let him into her home. It had all been worth it one afternoon as she had allowed him to peel off her camisole top for a somewhat brief look at her 44DD'S. Deana was so dark skinned that her areola were barely visible, but she had these really thick nipples that you could just suck on all day.

I'd nearly nursed her to an orgasm when she pushed me away telling me that she was a virgin and some shit about waiting until she was married to do the deed. I'd always had a way with words and talked her into a hand job. She did her best but it wasn't anything to write home about and I would have eighty-sixed her if it weren't for the huge fun bags sitting on her chest. I figured that if I was patient with her, I'd be in her pants in less than two weeks and things seemed to be on track until we were nearly busted by her mother.

I'd talked my dark chocolate beauty into a dry hump session and weaseled my way into getting her topless when her mother tried the door just as I was pushing her glistening naked breasts around my cock. There was barely enough time for me to scramble under the bed before her mom walked in and things kind of soured between us after that.

It was around that time that I met her cousin Shaila after finagling my way into an acquaintance's birthday party.

...and we'd been together ever since until now.

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It was a little over two hours later when I found myself standing on the stoop in front of Deana's modest three bedroom home. I was more than a little worried after walking a few blocks through the blighted Oakland neighborhood. 

There were more than enough unsavory types giving me the eye and were threatening enough that I made the last couple of blocks in a taxi-cab. My sweat had permeated the large manila envelope staining its surface as I rang the doorbell and alternately knocked in frenzied fashion.

"SHIT; HOLD YOUR HORSES!!" She called out and I could hear her approaching the front door.

"Gerald; what are you doing here?" Deana had cut her hair into a short bob giving her face a more rounded appearance and her gap toothed smile sent a sliver of warmth running through my body. She had cracked the door and was looking cautiously at me.

"Didn't Shaila tell you that I was coming by to drop off the divorce papers?"

"You know she don't tell nobody shit; all she care about now is running around with that Marvin guy." Just hearing the sound of the guy's name that was currently stuffing my wife was enough to send me into a silent rage.

"It's okay, where's my son? I want to talk to him." 

"Uh, I hate to tell you this but Shaila came by this morning with Marvin and took all of the kids to Magic Mountain. They're all staying at his mother's place in Los Angeles for the weekend." 

"Motherfucker...SHE KNEW I WAS COMING BY TO SEE MY KID TODAY!! We talked about this two nights ago and FUCK THAT MARVIN GUY!!" It was as plain as day what they were doing. Marvin was trying to supplant me by presenting himself as the bigger, better deal to my kids and I was two seconds away from pulling an OJ on Shaila.

"Sorry Gerald, you wanna come in and talk about it?" She tried to sound concerned but I couldn't help but remember how she stared daggers at me during my wedding reception to her cousin. A week or so later she popped up married to this geek named Howard. 




24: One Crazy Day!! Ch. 04



"Why?" I figured that she just wanted to gloat over r the failure of my marriage.

"I just thought you might wanna come in and talk about it but I guess I was wrong. Don't worry I'll pass this envelope on to Shaila." She closed the door in a huff and I didn't give a shit until I checked my cell. I was gonna call a cab to pick me up but the battery was all but dead. I certainly didn't want to try walking out of this fucked up neighborhood.

"Oh, you wanted something?" She replied answering the door after I'd knocked for a few minutes.

"I hate to have to ask, but could I charge my phone real quick?" Once again I saw that wide gap toothed grin as Deana opened the door letting me into her modest home. Inside I found out that she was pretty much a shitty homemaker as I stared at the second hand furniture and the dirty carpet in the living room. It looked like she'd been watching Maury Povich when I'd interrupted her as the loud television program filled the air with the sounds of a booing studio audience from the large flat screen television which was the centerpiece of the room. 

I plugged my phone into an available wall socket and placed it on her coffee table which I noticed had only three legs. A fourth leg had been fashioned out of what looked like a broom handle. That Howard was quite the handyman.

"My kids are bad, no matter how much I whip their little behinds." She offered this as some sort of explanation for the condition of her furniture and I was remise to tell her that I didn't give a fuck, but I was looking at her body.

Deana had indeed gained a lot of weight and whereas she had sort of a medium built body topped with these huge tits before; time had intervened giving her a thicker frame with even bigger albeit sagging melons. She definitely wasn't expecting company wearing an extra-large wife beater sweat shirt that did very little to hide her udders. The shirt was turned inside out and I could even see the sides of her chocolate tits through the wide open spaces where the sleeves would be on dingy white shirt. I detected a few stretch marks on one boob and noticed a few on her thick, slightly flabby arms. 

Deana's waist had expanded considerably nearly merging into her thighs and her formerly medium sized butt was now larger and chunkier. It was the same butt with the telltale signs of cellulite on the lower part of her indigo cheeks. She was wearing a pair of cut off jean shorts that were so small; they nearly qualified as surrogate underwear. The shorts were most likely a Do-It Yourself job as I noticed that her pockets were hanging down below the hem of the material.

"Can you do me a favor Gerald?" She seemed to notice that I was checking her out and didn't seem to mind folding her arms under her breasts.

"Oh, what kind of favor D?" That was my pet name for her during the brief period that we dated.

"Could you help me with these bags?" she motioned towards a number of garbage bags in the hallway filled to the brim with dirty clothing. The smell emanating from the plastic bags was palpable.

"You want me to do your laundry?"

"No stupid, I want you to carry the bags back there into the laundry room." She motioned towards a narrow corridor that lead back to a single door which I presumed was her laundry room. She was barefoot and I noticed a ring on one of her toes.

She reached down and picked up two smaller bags moving ahead of me and giving me a great view of her chunky backside as it swallowed up her tiny jean shorts. I noticed that she put a little dip in her hip because I was watching as I followed her into the small, cramped room.

She'd dumped the contents into her cheap washer for all of five seconds before she noticed my hands on her buoyant breasts. Deana didn't say anything as my fingers found and started to roll her pronounced rubbery nipples. The room was so small that I found the dryer pushing into my buttocks as I slipped further behind her grinding my cock into her wide, chunky butt.

"Did I say you c-could t-touch me?" She moaned as my hands gained entrance and subsequent access to her breasts through the sleeve holes of her wife beater.

"No." I palmed the undersides of her tits marveling at how heavy they were and kneaded them with my fingers. My lips found the nape of her neck and I gave her tiny licks with the tip of my tongue that made her knees buckle. She would have slipped to the hardwood floor had I not been pressed tightly against her back. I had begun rubbing my clothed cock on her jean covered cheeks and I could feel it parting her crack as our labored breathing filled the air.

"Did I say you could grind your fat dick on my ass?" She breathed huskily as my fingers unsnapped the clasp that tightly held her shorts in place. I didn't pull them down, but I could look down and see the small of her back with the telltale stretch marks of mother hood and I could see the beginnings of her ass crack.

Deana raised her hands high over her head like someone had a gun to her back as I yanked the wife beater over her head and tossed it to the floor. I noticed that the garment was a butchered Raider's jersey once it was inside out. My lips and teeth were making short work of her left earlobe.

"Who told you to make love to me Gerald?" I squeezed her big melons as hard as I could while pumping my hard cock repeatedly against her butt as her shorts slid down from the action.

"Nobody, but I'm not making love to you."

"Y-you're not Gerald?"

"No."

"Then what are you doing right now?"

"I'm going to fuck the shit out of you bitch." Her discarded shorts rested in a corona around her small pretty feet and she gasped slightly as my fingers found her wet cunt and my index finger lightly pressed against her button. My other hand was busy undoing my belt and pushing my slacks down mid-thigh. 

Her ass felt slightly muscular when my cock slapped up against it and she flexed her cheeks massaging my aching member. I started to moan heavily under her subtle silent prodding and manipulation. She shuddered as the flat side of my tongue ran from the nape of her neck to the base of her skull. In an instant my fingers were each cupping a soft, juicy butt cheek with my thumbs pushing them in opposite directions. 

Deana was dripping wet and I could feel her moist liquid lust dampening the head of my cock and the top part of my shaft in anticipation.

My hands firmly gripped her doughy waist as I gingerly parted the lips of her cunt. The heat on the head of my member was intense and nearly white hot as she leaned forward as much as she could to accommodate my girth. This was not going to be easy no matter how much she wanted it.

"AAAAAAAWWWWWWNNN!!" Deana shrieked as I completely stuffed her in one swift violent motion and began fucking her as hard as my portly belly would allow. The inside of her cunt clamped down on me in a vise-like grip fighting back with a strangling, snapping motion. Her hands were holding onto the back of the washing machine and the machine started up; loudly. She had accidentally switched it on as her head dipped forward.

"GGG-Gera-AAAALLLDDD IT FEELS SOOOOOO GOOOOD!!" She stuttered as I continued plowing her tight confines with my overly thick cock. Deana attempted to push back against me but found she was barely unable to move against my wide chubby frame. I'd found the right combination of motion that allowed me to experience all that she had to offer as I cupped her large breasts and squeezed for all I was worth.

She was a married woman and I didn't give a fuck because as far as I was concerned we were making up for lost time. This was my "get back" after wasting years of my life on her bitch cousin Shaila. Deana was gonna take everything I could give her short of a heart attack and she was going to love every bit of it. Deana worked hard to spread her legs a bit allowing me to go even deeper inside her body and adding an extra bit of depth for my cock to explore. 

The dark chocolate beauty was soon glistening with sweat as I continued railing the snot out of her with little to no mercy. Her cunt was extremely tight seemingly grasping, clinging and in a perpetual sucking motion as I plowed her depths without limit. Deana was making these crying, whimpering type sounds and had leaned over far enough that her pendulous breasts were resting on top of the washer. My finger found her protruding nipples and gave them a tweak causing her to tense up around my cock with viselike precision.

"Damn, why is your pussy so tight bitch?" I couldn't help myself as I was getting close to giving her another child.

"UUHHH-UH FUUUUUCK, I-I HAD ALL MY K-KID'S C-SECTION-FUUUUCKKK!!" I really hadn't expected her to answer me and I found her reaction slightly comical as my thighs suddenly seized up as I reached my threshold.

"I'M GONNA FILL THIS TIGHT PUSSY FULL OF CUM D; YOU WANT ANOTTHER FUCKIN KID BITCH?!!" I didn't really mean it but I liked saying that shit to get women to squirm a little more and put increase the pressure on my cock.

"YEAH G-GIVE ME YOUR FAT FUCKING PIGMY KIDS AAAAAHH-ASSHOLE;I WANNA HAVE YOUR FUCKING BABIES MOTHERFUCKER!!" 

"What?"

"CUM ALL DEEP UP IN MY FUCKIN PUSSY AND GIVE ME YOUR BABY YOU FAT ASSHOLE!! I WANT SOME MORE FUCKIN CHILD SUPPORT!!" 

"Excuse me?"

She realized she had surprised me and looked over her shoulder giving me a quick wink to let me know she was pulling my chain while twerking lightly on my still engorged member. This dark skinned beauty had been wise to me the whole time and was playing along. I felt like a clueless moron.

"FUCKIN TRICK; YOU WANNA PLAY WITH ME BIATCH?!!" Deana began to scream as I furiously pounded out the last of my lust yanking my glistening cock out of her tight snatch and spraying her backside with a considerable amount of cum. Actually most of it hit the small of her back and began drizzling down over her big squarish ass cheeks as Deana giggled uncontrollably.

"You know you REALLY had me fooled for a minute there." It was an honest admission.

"Only for a minute Gerald?" She snorted before my mouth covered her own as we spooned. Deana had reached down and was giving me an expert no-look hand job milking the rest of my seed onto her glazed buns. We made out like lovers who'd never been apart my hand cupping a soft pendulous tit while the other rubbed and kneaded the small pouch over her sex. Her tongue was hungry exploring every corner of my mouth and wrestling with my own. I was beginning to think I'd seriously made a mistake when I chose Shaila over Deana.

We were suddenly jarred from our bliss by a loud pounding on her front door and I began to go into panic mode while she put a single digit over my mouth silencing me. She snatched what appeared to be a plaid cotton housecoat from the top of the washer and cracked the door stepping out into the hallway.

The impatient pounding seemed to be getting louder and I was worried that Deana might be walking into some sort of Home Invasion or something. I ain't ashamed to say that I trembled quite a bit as I heard her unlocking the door.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE; I THOUGHT YOU WERE IN LOS ANGELES?!!" Deana sounded surprised and angry at the intrusion and I quickly stuffed myself back into my pants.

"I TOLD MARVIN TO TAKE THOSE BAD ASS KIDS BECAUSE I HAD A HEADACHE!!" The voice that responded was unmistakably that of my soon to be ex-wife Shaila and a wave of mixed emotion ran through my body.

"You left my fucking children with your BOYFRIEND?!!"

"Yeah biatch, don't worry about a thing, he's already got them spoiled rotten and I just couldn't deal with Marvin's shit today. Don't worry I have a copy of his driver's license in my purse and he knows that Deana." Shaila sounded exasperated and at her wits end.

"I ain't worried cause I got my thirty-eight in the bedroom and the lord knows that pretty boy don't want none of me! Look girl, you gotta get because well, I got me some company and shit." 

"I figured that out when I got in the door hoe; is it that cable guy again?" 

"Nope biatch; that was just because the bill was due and I'm good for another month. He does have a HUGE FUCKING DICK though." Both women laughed and I continued to struggle with my anger at discovering that my wife's boyfriend was watching the kids. I also realized what an utter slut Deana was and wondered if she had been from the moment I'd met her so long ago.

"So who is it this time; you've never been secretive before when you were scoring a side piece."

"Look who's talking, at least I didn't pop up with some male model shocking the hell out of the family and shit." Both women continued laughing as I fought back my pride. It was the kind of laughter I'd heard many times before on the other side of the gender line, a locker room kind of laugh that you heard when some guy talked about scoring big with an unattainable chick or something.

"Well, I ain't apologizing because Marvin just loves this big phat ass!!" I could actually hear the bitch slapping her flabby rump and I continued the good fight not to go H.A.M and spit her smug wig.

"How do you handle all that cock cousin?" Deana was really getting into this kind of pissing contest with my ex.

"VERY...carefully." Both women exploded in uproarious laughter and my tolerance dam just about broke on that last round of jokes causing me to snatch the door open.

"HEY FUCK BOTH OF YOU SIZE QUEENS CAN EAT A MOTHERFUCKIN DICK-AND ANOTHER THING IS...eh?!!" Both of the women were standing in the hallway staring at me with their arms crossed over their chests. Shaila had this sarcastic look on her face that she always had when she was right about something. Deana stood there covering her grinning mouth with a single hand.

"Ah shit; you motherfuckers knew I was here the whole time huh?" Both women just shook their heads.

"Well I ain't gonna stick around to hear you two fucks bitch me out cause I got things to do! I signed all the motherfucking divorce papers and you can just send that shit C.O.D for all I care!!" I pushed past them into Deana's crappy living room to retrieve my charging phone and make for the hills.

"Where is my phone?" 

It was not where I'd left it and even the cord was missing. I looked over my shoulder at the two smirking women staring in my direction and noticed a cord sticking out of Deana's cleavage.

"Knew I was here the whole time didn't you?"

"The minute I saw your phone on the table in the living room nukka." I immediately felt like an idiot and was probably blushing in shame if anyone could see it through my brown skin. My soon to be ex loved calling me "nukka" as if saying that instead of the actual derogatory term was better and I'd heard it a lot through the years whenever she scolded me and unfortunately that was too many times to count.

"So you too decided to just bust my balls huh?" Deana burst out into a half-stifled giggle drawing my wide-eyed attention to her. I couldn't help it as my eyes dipped into her wide cleavage that advertised her massive bust a single line deep twelve inches in length. The cord was lightly swinging suspended in mid-air and I felt like grabbing it and swinging from it like Tarzan.

"Gerald, you always were a little slow." The dark skinned beauty taunted as I was suddenly shocked to find my wife's narrow fingers dipping into that generous cleavage cupping a breast and bringing it forward into the open. Shaila rolled the large rubbery nipple between her fingers making her cousin gasp and cover that hand with her own. My mouth was agape as the two women passionately kissed in front of me with plenty of tongue.

Shaila was wearing what appeared to be an extra-large Laker's jersey that barely extended mid-thigh and some open toed clogs that showed off the orange painted toenails on her small feet. She loved that particular sherbert hue and her nails matched as she yanked aside her cousin's robe causing the other pendulous breast to fall free. Deana's palm was pressed up against her cousin's sex rubbing that area as fast as she could while they continued to make out in front of me.

"What-the-fuck?" Was all I could manage as my cock was beating a turgid path down the front of my slacks. 

"Yup he's always been a little slow; but then I always did like his chubby cock D." Shaila reached down to the hem of her jersey dress thingy and pulled it up over her head in one fluid motion dropping it to the hard wood floor. 

"Fuck." She had definitely been working out since hooking up with fucking Marvin and it shown in her now toned legs and budding abs that betrayed just the slightest hint of her former motherly pouch. She was wearing a small flower print bra that I noticed also happened to be her favorite color mixed with white. Her large areolas were peeking out over the top of the brassiere recalling so many memories of taking her bumpy nips between my teeth which always caused her to squirm and buck. I just stood there taking it all in and realizing that I'd never seen her in such good shape. For her part Shaila seemed aware of the effect her new toned figure was having on me and decided to go for the TKO turning her back to me and displaying her massive tanned butt nearly causing me to cum in my pants.

"Uh-oh you better watch yourself girlfriend, I think you've got 'em hooked!" Deana taunted.

"I know I've got 'em hooked!" Shaila laughed back as she slightly twerked causing her massive wide ass cheeks to loudly clap making me weak in the knees. She definitely knew how to get my attention and I hated myself for it. I liked to call her huge butt "Black Man's Kryptonite" and Shaila was making the case right here in this hallway as I valiantly fought the urge to throw dollar bills at that huge monkey.

"You know you love this phat monster Gerald." She laughed picking up the pace and bending at the hips. The stereo clapping took me back to a time earlier in our marriage when I'd become addicted to fucking her luscious cheeks and had to wedge my cock into her deep crack every chance I got. It had started innocently enough (In my mind anyway.) one morning when I'd woken before Shaila on New Year's Day. 

We'd both been drinking and had passed out when I noticed she'd hogged all the covers that cold morning. Trying to get the sheets away from her had proven so futile that I'd stormed into our bathroom to brush my teeth and shower. Upon my return I discovered my wife lying on her belly snoring loudly with her enormous ass exposed in this particularly tiny pair of light blue panties that had ridden deep into her crack.

"What was a brother to do?"

Let's just say that Shaila's monster sized rump ended up completely glazed in cum and I was damn near sterile for a week. You can't imagine the feel of those cheeks hot-dogged around my cock as I deep stroked those pillows until I came famously creaming her back porch. She began to bitch about it after a few months and I'd even resorted to getting her drunk on occasion just to feed my "Crack Addiction".

"So you just gonna stare at it Gerald?" My ex-wife's silky voice had jolted me back to the present and her "New and IMPROVED" body. She was still shaking her blessing for me and I felt my fly being pulled down by Deana. Her prominent lips closed around my cock as she began slurping on my girth as hard as she could. In short order the dark ghetto beauty had cupped the underside of my balls as she bobbed her head on my length with authority and I was rock hard. 

"Trying to steal my thunder bitch?" Shaila took two steps over and squatted down roughly snatching my wet cock from her cousin and deep throating it in one fell swoop. 

"AAAAAHHH SHIT BITCH!!" Shaila knew how to get a response out of me as she bobbed and continually buried me all the way to the back of her throat as her cousin watched wide eyed and grinning like a jackal.




24: One Crazy Day!! Ch. 04



"DAMN SHAILA, I f-fuh-fucking forgot about your TOP NOTCH HEAD GAME BIATCH!!" I'd cupped the back of her head burying my fingers in her sandy brown locks and fucking into her mouth. She just took it like a champ looking directly into my eyes with her own light green ones. Rivulets of saliva began to drip and flow from her juicy lips and Deana actually licked her face clean.

"Damn you bitches are fuckin nasty as shit." I snatched up a handful of Deana's short bob and shoved my cock into her waiting mouth. She didn't even blink when I gave her the same treatment as Shaila. I noticed that she held her mouth wide open like she was visiting the dentist; giving me an unobstructed view of my cock's route into her mouth. Shaila's tongue found my balls and I shivered as she licked the underside of my sack finding that weird place between them and my ass.

"H-HERE'S A REWARD FOR YOU WHORE!!" My cock was fed back into my wife's throat as he sucked as hard as she could nearly making me cum while Deane tugged my pants down. I yelped as my wife's cousin snatched my member away from Shaila and continued the two person sloppy top I was getting.

"YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE; TRYING TO STEAL THE DICK HUH?!! I'VE GOT SOMETHING REAL FOR YOUR ASS BITCH!!" Shaila hated being interrupted and for as long as I could remember the cousins had this sort of intense sibling rivalry.

In moments I found myself staring at the tanned peanut butter hued expanse of Shaila's rear end as she knelt on the dirty hardwood floor with her cheeks raised higher than her shoulders. I trembled a little watching that fifty-six inch ass popped out in my direction legs spread wide apart.

"OH YEAH SHAILA; WELL I GOT SOME BIG GUNS TOO!!" Deana wrapped her huge pendulous fun bags around my cock and started pumping furiously. With all of the sweat and saliva on my shaft, I was in pure heaven while the dark chocolate mams massaged me in a steamy cavernous ravine of tit flesh.

"Wh-WHAT IN THE FUCK D; THAT'S NOT FAIR!! YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I HATE MY LITTLE TITS!!" She really did hate her boobs feeling that her size made her look bigger than she really was and I had eagerly pointed out that her humongous ass made her look bigger than she already was. I'd spent a week sleeping on the couch for making that comment and had to do a lot of ass kissing to get back into Shaila's good graces afterwards.

"You know Gerald, I wanted to get my fucking tits done but you said "OOOOH NOOO HONEY, I LIKE YOU JUST THE WAY YOU ARE!!" I hated when she tried to imitate my voice and considering the situation I was currently in, this was kind of embarrassing.

"I MEANT WHAT I SAID-SHIT; YOU GONNA ARGUE WITH ME NOW?!!" Before she could answer I half shoved Deana back on her ass and quickly rammed my cock as deep as it could go inside my ex-wife's cunt. The motion ripple across her wide ass was incredible as my chubby belly slammed against her. I just held it there not moving as I looked over at Deana.

"FFF-FFUUUUUCK YOUR DICK IS SOOOOO FUCKING FAT GERAAAALD!!" Shaila's shrill scream filled the house as she surprised me by instantly cumming on my cock. Her inner walls had seized up on me in a vise like grip and massaged my offending member as she came down from her natural high panting like the bitch she was.

"Did you cum too?" Deana sounded upset and crest fallen as she sat watching her cousin squirm and rock her hips on my cock. I didn't answer only crooking a finger and beckoning her over. Her tits rubbed against the dirty floor as she crawled over watching the junction where my cock was attached to Shaila.

"You couldn't save a little for me Gerald? I wanted to get fucked all day and Shaila just barged in on my little situation.

"Shut up Deana, just shut the fuck up." I slid my rock hard cock out of Shaila and held it at the base for her to see every vein running across its surface. It glistened in the afternoon light filtering into the house as I cupped her cheek and began spooning with my wife's cousin.

"Oh Gerald it's been too long since I felt your steel hard dick. Fuck man, you haven't been that hard since we first started dating!" She wiggled her butt at me for emphasis but I was already pushing my unit into Deana's hot box and finding it tighter than I would have expected.

"FFFF-FFFUUUUUUCK!!" The head of my cock had breached her cervix and I was shocked because I was only seven inches. Deana locked her legs in the small of my back nearly snapping me in two as I pushed into repeatedly. Every time my member pierced her small cunt she would let out these little gasps that sounded like she was sighing and her hands had worked themselves under my shirt. I yelped as she dug her nails into my back and raked my flesh.

"OOOOHHHH GERALD; TAKE HER!!" Shaila was sitting in the hallway leaning back on one elbow and furiously rubbing herself while watching her cousin giving everything to me. She was so wet, I could hear it. Deana had adjusted to my girth and was working her hips into my pelvis in time with my thrusts. We settled into a pretty good rhythm fucking each other like my ex-wife wasn't even there. Deana's soft features and glassed brown eyes had me entranced as I buried my tongue inside her open mouth. She began moaning and trembling signaling that she was close and I picked up the pace roughly taking her there.

"OH!! OH!! OH!! OH!! OH!! OH!! OH!! I'M CUUUUMING SO FUCKING HARD!!" Deana cried out as she climaxed squirting all over my cock and crotch so much that I almost thought she was taking a fucking whiz on me. There was a visible puddle under Deana's butt and I found my slacks completely soiled.

"I'm so sorry about that shit Gerald; I haven't been satisfied in a long time." I still didn't give a fuck climbing up her torso and placing my member in the deep cleft between her large breasts. She abruptly stopped talking as she pushed her tits around my cock.

I fucked the shit out of her luscious breasts for the next ten minutes finally "rewarding" her with a "Pearl Necklace" of cum all over her chest and throat. I stroked out the rest of my seed onto her pretty face as she giggled and laughed.

"OOOOH shit, I've been waiting for that for a long fucking time." She admitted and I was silent yet the same thoughts were running through my head. It had been an eternity since I'd first spotted her in that mall and I'd finally got to indulge my long held fantasy of fucking her tits. It was everything I'd hoped and more as I fed my cock back into her mouth while staring my cheating ex-wife directly in the eyes.

I was startled as I watched Shaila sitting there with her legs parted desperately rubbing herself in what appeared to be a futile attempt to reach her own climax. Deana's hair was intertwined in my fingers as I fed her my cock to clean. She was softly providing enough suction to keep me aroused.

"I know you probably hate me Gerald, but I need you to fuck me right." She sounded like she was begging and I chaffed a little bit at her verbiage. Was I fucking her wrong all those years she was being an absolute cunt to me?

"I don't know how you can even look at me after all this Marvin shit." I finally admitted my jealousy in my own way and it was liberating in a way.

"Look we broke up a couple of weeks after you found out about us; I'm sorry about the whole fucking thing." Shaila continued rubbing herself with this troubled look on her face.

"I don't even wanna know what happened; turn around and let me see that big donkey you got biatch!!" 

"You'll never change." She sounded blue as she gave me what I wanted while her cousin lay in the hallway looking up at the cracked ceiling and exposed lighting that Deana's husband had promised to fix too many times to count.

"FFF-FUUUUUCK G-GERALD!!" Shaila cried out as I buried the entire length and somewhat abnormal girth of my cock deep into her ass. I guess the bitch thought I was gonna fuck her vanilla but she had another thing coming. I grabbed her wide hips and pounded the snot out of her shitter like it was going out of style. My wife was a true "Butt Slut" as evidenced by the manner in which she tensed up on my cock in time with my thrusts into her big pillow ass. I hated it but watching the motion ripples move diagonally across her ass made harder than I was when I fucked Deana. I was conflicted with all of the cheating that had been going on between us over the last few weeks.

"OOOOOOHHH SHIT GERALD; TEACH MY FAT AAAAASSSSSSSS!!" Shaila was really throwing her hips back into me threatening to bowl me over with the power of her donkey butt. Deana wrapped her arms around me and started kissing me passionately as I tightened my grip even further on Shaila's hips finally beginning to pierce her cervix and bottoming out. My ex-wife let out this strange yelp and collapsed on her stomach taking me with her.

I found myself straddling her thighs as I leaned over her back pushing up into her luscious derriere and feeling her cheeks bouncing beneath me.

"You gonna cum?" Deana moaned into my mouth as she stole a handful of Shaila's big ass for herself.

"Y-yeah; I'm gonna fuckin blow so HHHAAAAAAARD!!" I could barely contain myself ass the wet smack of my pelvis hitting her buoyant cheeks filled the hallway.

"C-CCUUUUUM Gerald!" Shaila began to plead and wiggle her butt from side to side nearly taking me with her. It was almost like riding a bucking bronco as I did my best to hold onto the thick redbone. Both women began whining and pleading for me to cum in unison. I was drenched in sweat and Shaila's back was glistening from my efforts.

"C-CUUUUMING UP THIS FAT ASS DONK BIATCH!! OOOH SHIT I'M GOING H.A.M ON YOU BITCH ASS SHAILA!!" I shot what had to be a litter's worth of semen into her bowels as she and Deana moaned loudly.

There was cum leaking from her crack as I stroked out an additional three ropes of cum on her huge butt. Deana momentarily shocked me by licking her cousin's butt cheeks clean and displaying her handiwork on the flat of her tongue. I pulled her head on my cock and she cleaned that as well.

We all just sat in the dirty floor of the corridor staring at one another before I felt stupid and retrieved my phone checking my messages. I didn't know what had happened in that hallway but I wasn't gonna question it either. We were all trashed from fucking the shit out of each other and I was at a loss for words.

"Gerald?" Shaila had this stupid look on her face like she wanted to talk, but I didn't feel like dealing with that shit at the moment.

"Do you think like maybe we can meet up and talk some time?" She followed me to the kitchen where I helped myself to one of Howard's (Deana's Husband) brews.

"You tell me Shaila." I took in the arousing sight of her nude body feeling a little bitter that another man had been able to drag her into the gym when she wouldn't even bring me something to drink from the fucking fridge.

I heard the shower in the distance and realized Deana was missing. I guess she had got what she wanted from unrequited lust all those years ago. Part of me wanted to join her as I texted up a ride from the pink mustache car service.

"I just want you to know how REALLY sorry I am for all the shit that's been going on between us Gerald. I really do care about you." I gave her a sarcastic smirk as downed my drink and collected myself. There were two texts on my phone from Claudia and another from Debbie Manchellini and things suddenly looked a little brighter.

I was definitely interested in finding out if there was a chance for me to get into Claudia's panties and Debbie? 

Well, baby got back and a tiny, tiny waist unlike my "work in progress" ex-wife and bitch.

"Gerald?" Shaila sounded sincere and crest fallen standing before me in her birthday suit.

"What?"

"So you wanna hook up again sometime or something? I think my cousin D might like that too baby." She was standing in front of me offering another threesome and I realized she would do anything to get me back into her clutches.

Even hook me up with her cousin who she was apparently too jealous to let fuck me on her own.

"Tell Marvin, I said ..."HI!" I brought the palm of my hand down on her naked ass loudly as I hit the door letting myself out.



24: One Crazy Day!!



"GET YOUR HEAD OUT OF THE CLOUDS AND GET MOVING BUDDY!!"

Debbie had managed to sneak up on me once more. She ushered me out of the office and locked the double doors behind her. She half pushed me into the service elevator that was full of more than a few engineers and couriers. 

Once the elevators doors closed most of the loud talk and ambient noise in the car centered on what else .... Debbie's huge ass. I began to wonder was everybody suffering from the same latent butt fetish as myself. My coworker Gerald had gotten himself shit canned for obsessing over it and my other buddy Brad would probably get the same treatment as well. 

I should have answered Gerald's question. Should have told him that yes, I would like to slobber all over that battle axe's monstrous posterior and more.

As I filed along towards the building's exit along with numerous other drones, I realized that I was .... Alone. There would be no smiling Claudia there waiting on the sidewalk to greet me. No Claudia to take a cab with me the few blocks over to our favorite Chinatown restaurant. She would always have wonton soup .... She made a big deal out of getting the fortune out of it's shell without cracking the shell.

I could feel the wind, harsh and stinging sweeping in from the revolving door. It is a rainy, overcast day ... a lonely day without my best friend Claudia. 

I push through the frenzied crowd of busy people and begin dialing Claudia's number on my cheap cell .... I immediately get her voice mail. This happens several more times ... more than I can recall. I'm beginning to get a little anxious. 

I go to the restroom and splash water on my face. I am beginning to realize the cost of my stupidity. There's a queasy feeling in my stomach, but I'm not hungry. There's a big ass lump swelling in my throat and I drink at least a gallon of water from one of the lobby water coolers.

1225pm:

Unable to face the lonely streets of Frisco, I take the elevator back up to the locked firm's mail room. I usually work the early shift on weekends, so I have a key to the office. I unlock the doors to the office and let myself into it's darkened interior. I don't know what I'm going to do when everyone gets back, but I need time to think things over. I cautiously lock the doors behind me.

I find Debbie standing there staring at me in the darkness ... motionless ... my heart nearly leaps out of my throat. 

I'm gonna get shit canned for sure now.

I do my best to explain there in the afternoon darkness that I was just looking for a place to chill out until lunch hour was over. Debbie didn't say anything, she just stood there with her features hidden by the darkness of the unlit office.

Something was going on ... something ...weird.

Debbie wasn't moving ... wasn't saying anything ... not a peep. I called out to her. She didn't respond. 

I hit the light switch by the door and a single overhead bulb illuminated the alcove I was standing in. Debbie .... Didn't move or say one word.

Debbie didn't look so hot. I don't mean that she was sick ... She had kind of a despondent look on her face. Her narrow cheeks were glistening with what appeared to be tears. She was slightly sniffling and staring me directly in the eye.

I called out to her again .... And reached a hand out in her direction. I really didn't know how she would react but the situation demanded some sort of action. Inside, I wanted to tell her to fuck off ... I had spent most of the morning avoiding this kind of unwanted drama, but this bitch had once again snuck up on me and tossed it right in my face like a water balloon.

Debbie took my hand.. 

She took two small steps towards me looking up into my shocked face. More tears began to stream down her face. I asked her what was wrong once more ... I tried to sound concerned, but Claudia was on my mind.

"Do all of you HATE me so much?"

It was a simple question ... very simple indeed. Of coarse everyone hated her stinking guts. She was "The GREAT TORMENTOR", "SHRINKER OF MEN'S BALLS" ... TYRANOSAURUS BITCH"!!

I feigned ignorance. Actually acted like I didn't hear the question. I tried to reset the conversation but she asked again ... "DOES EVERYONE HATE ME HERE AT THE FIRM?"

I lied.

Debbie smiled and thanked me for my "honesty" half chuckling because we both knew how full of shit I was. There was a slight trace of alcohol on her breath and I chalked her somber demeanor up to a liquid consciousness. I cautiously led Debbie to the break room. I wanted to get her some coffee.

She simply followed me lithely and silently. I led her to the small table in the break room and kinda directed her to sit there while I got her some coffee.

She had to spoil it by talking.

"YOU NEVER ANSWERED THE QUESTION."

I lied again .... But this time Debbie called me on it. She said that she knew no one liked her and barely tolerated her because of her position. I just listened to her ramble on believing that she was self analyzing and I was just a warm body she needed. Then she repeated the statement again.

"YOU NEVER ANSWERED THE QUESTION."

This was getting a bit frustrating and I was starting to believe Debbie was one of those angry d***ks that are always spoiling for a fight.

She rambled on some more talking while I was talking muttering some fucking gibberish. I raised my voice a bit asking her what she was talking about ... This hut her up and she robotically turned her head towards me and stated ... 

"YOUR FRIEND-THAT BLACK GUY ... THE FUCKING TEMP GERALD!! HE ASKED YOU A QUESTION YOU NEVER ANSWERED!!"

She definitely caught me off guard with that one.

"SO, ANSWER THE QUESTION-BUDDY!! ... DO YOU WANNA FUCK ME OR NOT?!!"

Way the fuck off guard with that sudden outburst. I mean, like what the fuck could you say to something like that? 

I tried to get Debbie to realize that she was more likely than not ... d***k off her ass. I pushed the cup of coffee I had been holding across the table in her direction. Debbie let out an irritated loud sigh and slapped the cup to the floor. 

We both looked at the coffee pool on the tile floor of the break room.

Debbie suddenly slammed her fist on the table and surprised me by half running over to the coffee pot and downing half of it. Her blouse was stained and soaking from coffee. She was honestly scaring me a little bit as she turned and bellowed ....

"DO YOU WANNA FUCK ME OR NOT?!!" I detected a powerful desperation in her voice that informed the next words to come out of my mouth.

For some reason Gloria immediately came to mind. That whole dissertation she went over with me last night about not being ashamed of my sexuality. Here was Debbie right here in front of me d***k or not daring me to answer a question ...truthfully.

"Yes."

Debbie's eyes widened, her thin lips stretched to the max as her jaw dropped in disbelief.

I didn't know what would happen next, but she definitely didn't keep me waiting for an answer.

Right there in the break room ... The room shrouded in semi-darkness., I was shocked to find my day turning in another unexpected direction.

Debbie began to undress.

Off came the coffee stained blouse revealing a really nice set of breasts encased in a frilly under wire brassiere. She had tan lines that peaked over the top of the silky white material.

She had a surprisingly flat stomach for a woman of her age ... there was only the slight bit of sag there and a slight hint of love handles. I noticed the perfectly ovoid navel of a swimsuit model.

A very thin belt held her pleated skirt to an incredibly small waist. 

This came off as well ... But the skirt didn't fall to the floor. Debbie unfastened two large buttons at her side to further loosen the skirt.

It still didn't fall to the floor.

I watched as she began to squirm and shimmy out of the ill-fitting garment ... finally getting the material past gloriously succulent and smooth looking thighs.

The skirt fell to the tiled floor in a ring around her muscular looking calves.

Debbie Manchellini stood here in the office break room ...in front of me, her whipping boy for over two years ... in her underwear.

She wore what appeared to be some extremely small (for her size anyway) and extremely white panties. In the darkness, they were surprisingly the only illumination in the darkened break room. Her small waist not withstanding, the material was stretched to it's limit so much so that you could barely see them over her economy sized thighs ... The only thing apparent was the perfect triangle centered over her womanhood.

My eyes just d***k it all in ... everything. This was pure eye candy saccharine sweet.

Debbie was silent again. The weird impulsiveness of her actions seeming to dawn on her as she stared at the coffee stained tile on the floor. She mumbled something and turned her back to me.

She shouldn't have done that.

For two years, I had fantasized about Debbie's backside ... apparently along with half the building as well. And now I was witnessing the REAL DEAL. 

The fucking thing was .... "OUT of this WORLD"!!

Literally ... out of this world.. 

Two PERFECT shiny GLOBES resting at the end of her back. Resting perfectly and anchoring her impossibly small waist. 

FUCK.

I found out another perfect triangle of white material starring me in the face. The rest of this material was hidden DEEP in a ROBUST and JUICY looking back porch.

"OH-WELL ... GUESS THIS WAS A LITTLE MORE THAN YOU BARGAINED FOR HUH?"

She was apparently referring to her FREAKISHLY, HUGE ASS. Debbie sounded crest fallen and defeated. "I FUUCKIN' HATE IT YOU KNOW... THAT'S ALL ANYONE EVER SEES WHEN I WALK INTO THE ROOM."

"I WOULD HAVE GOT RID OF IT A LONG TIME AGO-LIPOSUCTION OR SOME SHIT ... BUT I'M AFRAID OF THE KNIFE [surgery] IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN."

I did know what she meant and the thought of it horrified the shit out of me. That she would even consider removing what was arguably her greatest "asset" (pun intended) was incredibly short sighted .... I couldn't let her do that, now could I?

MY HUSBAND WONT EVEN LOOK AT ME ANYMORE .... HE SAYS I LOOK LIKE A HORSE ... I KNOW WE'S FUCKING AROUND-OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHH!!!

I had responded to Debbie's silly monologue by kneeling and spooning the shit out of her voluptuous ass cheeks. That put an end to all of the negative crap spewing from her mouth immediately. My hands could barely fit over her cheeks as I struggled to grope her butt with the intensity of a crack head. I settle for placing my hands under the shelf like curve of her ass and lifting and pushing those monster cheeks up and together.

Debbie moaned loudly as I ran my tongue up and down the crack of her monster ass. I had already ripped my cock out of my slacks when she had turned her back to me. My rock was completely extended and the tip was touching the cold stained tile of the break room's floor as I licked Debbie's ass until it was glistening with my saliva.

Debbie was completely bent over the counter groaning and orgasmically twitching with what I assumed was delight ... I was going into a trembling frenzy and starting to shake furiously. I stood up and jerked my pants down to my ankles.

I slapped my cock deep into the crack of Debbie's ass and began to run it's length up and down her juicy and buoyant cheeks. I nervously pushed her cheeks together and began pumping them furiously.

Debbie did her part and thrust her incredible thighs in time with me ... matching my cadence until soon the head of my penis was touching her brown eye. Debbie reached back and spread her cheeks with both of her small hands. 

There was an open invitation right in front of me. 

I didn't even think about it.

Debbie let out a loud yelp as I shoved the entire length of my cock directly up her tight rectum.

Her ass was tight and moist as I screwed the shit out of her brown eye with wild abandon. I'd say it took about fifteen thrusts as I injected a liter of hot cum into her amazing ass. "REALLY LIKE THAT ASS ...DON'T YOU?"

I responded by grabbing her head and impulsively shoving my tongue down Debbie's throat. That caught her by surprise and she squirmed for about a half second. After a few moments she was cooing and responding in kind .... I found her thin fingers jerking on the base of my shaft. 

1245pm:

Debbie is lying on the floor of the break room (right on top of the puddle of coffee she spilled earlier.) with her knees drawn up into her chest. 

I kneel down and gingerly press the head of my cock against Debbie's quivering clit rubbing my engorged head against it until she begins to move around against the floor impatiently. 

She lets out a loud gasp when I thrust my member deep into her well lubricated cunt and I basically fuck the shit out of her. There is nothing delicate about what we're doing in that break room ... It is not sex out of mutual attraction. It is nasty, mean spirited and something born out of desperate necessity. Something we both furiously needed. Debbie and I embrace with the strength of a bear hug and I feel myself painfully contort in her direction as she wraps her massive thighs around me like an anaconda and locks her steel calves into the small of my back.

I begin to arch my back in the opposite direction as far as it will go until ....

1256pm:

.... We both come together -loudly!!

We kiss with some tenderness after a few moments still connected as I fill her snatch with the remaining vestiges of my thick, congealing DNA. She actually has a creampie.

I sit bare assed on the cold floor replaying over and over again what we just did. 

Debbie is silent as she slowly sits up and begins to pull her panties over her freakish calves.

We don't look at each other.

We can't .... It would be too awkward.

1258pm: 

SUDDENLY ... THERE IS A LOUD BANGING ON THE DOORS IN THE OTHER ROOM AS DEBBIE AND I REALIZE EVERY ONE HAS RETURNED FROM LUNCH. THEY HAD BEEN LOCKED OUT OF THE MAIL ROOM AS DEBBIE AND I FUCKED THE SHIT OUT OF EACH OTHER.

To say we panicked was an understatement.

We scrambled, haphazardly putting our clothing back on as we both heard a loud cheer emanate from the hallway. One of the building's engineers had come to the floor and was working his way through a heavy set of keys to open the office doors. In the seconds that I was standing there silently panicking, Debbie has squeezed herself back into her clothes and was shoving me out of the break room.

MOVE ASSHOLE!! WE DON'T HAVE MUCH TIME!! GO TO THE REAR OF THE FLOOR ....NOW!!!

Debbie's sudden militaristic tone caught me by surprise and before I know it, I'm running fifteen feet across the office floor followed closely by my supervisor. As I sprint across the floor I realize that my fly is open and my wang is hanging out for all the world to see.

Debbie ushers me into a back office and locks the door behind her.

CALM DOWN!! EVERYTHING'S GOING TO BE ALRIGHT!! THERE'S A PRIVATE ELEVATOR IN THIS OFFICE ... BE QUIET!!

Debbie had pulled a small key from the desk and was opening the elevator door in the small office. I had seen small utility elevators in buildings like this before. Debbie shoved me inside and instructed me to walk around the block and come back into the building.

I really didn't have any choice in the matter once I was shoved inside the confines of the elevator which was a little bigger than a broom closet. 

This is shaping up to one of the weirdest days in my life.

0115pm:

It's really cold outside as I briskly walk around the block to the building's entrance. It's slightly drizzling as I make my way around the building. I'm weirded out by the events of the last few hours and feel that the random people walking towards me seem to be staring. It's like they know something.

One strange man in a flannel shirt and corduroys whispers something in my ear as he passes.

"No sweat off my back sweet cheeks, but your fly is open. Thanks for the show."

I look down and realize that I never zipped my fly up. In fact my penis is hanging quite plainly for all the world to see. The gay pedestrian chuckles as I turn towards the building's wall and stuff my package back into my slacks.

0127pm:

No sooner do I enter the office when Debbie confronts me at the firm's entrance arms folded across her chest. She is wearing a light wool sweater over her blouse (Covering up the huge coffee stain.). I'm a bag of mixed emotions as I mentally replay the incredible sex session we'd had only minutes ago. 

SOMEBODY DOESN'T KNOW WHEN THE LUNCH HOUR IS OVER!!

What the fuck, I thought. She's going to nail me for coming in late after we just got through fucking the snot out of each other .... "Bitch!".

IN MY OFFICE RIGHT NOW MISTER!!

I'm completely flabbergasted as Debbie marches me back across the office to her small corner work space. A couple of my coworkers snicker as I pass them. I wanna retort with "FUCK YOU GUYS!! ... I'M HAVING THE GREATEST DAY OF MY LIFE!!" ... but I don't think Debbie would appreciate her cover being blown. Hell, she might actually fire me.

Once we're inside the confines of her office, I am immediately seized by an oppressive sensation, a tightening of my crotch... No, it's Debbie's hand grasping my package like a bag of peanuts.

"I'm NASTY .... Let's get "weird" together." She whispers in my ear as she expertly manipulates my fly until she has the turgid length of my cock in her palm. 

She then proceeds to literally "milk" me while giving an extremely loud verbal dress down (No doubt for the listeners on the other side of the office door.) about my tardiness.

To my amazement, I shoot a wad onto her desktop., which Debbie kneels and promptly slurps up. Funny, she resembled one of Shaggy's friends doing a line of coke. 

She also "cleans" my cock off with her hungry thin lips, wiping what's left of my cum across her face.

Unfortunately she follows this with a deep soul kiss. Not real sure I wanted to know the taste of my own splooge ... I really, really could have gone the rest of my life without engaging in what is referred to as a "snowball".

0147pm:

Debbie "suspends me" for the rest of the day. She actually has me sign an action plan detailing that I wont be late again under threat of termination. I grab a healthy handful of her awesome ass while I scribble my name on the dotted line. 

She lets out an exasperated sigh and half shoves me towards the office door.

"SEND YOUR LITTLE FRIEND BRAD IN HERE ON YOUR WAY OUT!!"

Brad looks like he's gonna toss his cookies as I motion towards Debbie's office with my thumb.

0235pm:

It was a miracle I could even walk at all let alone half hobble down the street away from the firm. I really didn't feel like going home., didn't want to see my roommate Shaggy who by this time had probably re-trashed the flat. I hadn't really given him any thought since the morning cleanup. 

My senses were still reeling from last night with Gloria and the virtual fuck fest this afternoon with Debbie. I didn't know if we shared a one time tryst or was it going to go further? Why was she so distraught this afternoon? 

Everything got so mashed up in my head that I began to f***e my mind in another direction. I ducked in a Game Stop and browsed a number of titles for my X Box (I was a casual gamer at best.). After about ten minutes in the store, my subconscious began to wonder again .... This time towards Claudia.

I pull out my cell phone, there's one bar on the display. Shit!! I should have charged it while I was beating the hell out of Debbie's vulva.

I place the call.

It immediately goes to voice mail. The sound of Claudia's sweet voice brings things rushing back into perspective. Guilt begins to creep in from the dark places of my mind. 0312pm:

My phone is dead.




24: One Crazy Day!!



I never did get in touch with Claudia and I'm actually kind of relieved by that fact. In my mind I couldn't find the right words to explain my rakish behavior or the fact that I'd been with two women since midnight. I knew that if Claudia saw me, she would immediately read the change on my face.

Yeah, there was no way I would be able to keep this shit from her and why should I have to?

Honestly, it wasn't like we were dating or anything serious. I didn't want to be a pig , but I hadn't so much as sniffed her panties during the whole time we knew each other. I had more than paid my dues as her f***ed "gay BFF". I became a little resentful of the brief kiss I shared with Claudia.

Why the fuck did she have to pick today of all days to finally give me that kiss? I had been waiting for that kiss for almost a whole year. 

Fuckin women.

0347pm:

I'm still reluctant to return to my flat, so I catch a trolley over to Chinatown. Halfway through my afternoon sabbatical, I realize that I'm voraciously hungry. I find myself waiting in the doorway of me and Claudia's favorite restaurant. The owners are nice enough to let me charge my phone. I grab a paper as I'm shown to a nice corner booth.

0427pm:

It's raining again ... albeit a little heavier than it was this morning. I have walked about half a block before I'm alerted to someone running up behind me. It's one of the bus boys from the restaurant with my cell. I tip him and continue on my way.

There are at least ten voicemails on my phone from Shaggy. 

The idiot is in jail.

I listen to a number of them as I rush to bail the goof out of the pokey. Well, that explains his absence this morning.

0533pm:

I arrive at the local precinct to find that Shaggy has already been bailed out .... By Claudia. When I inquire about the circumstances of my roommate's arrest, I'm told to piss off in no uncertain terms by the desk sergeant.

I do find out that they had only moments ago, exited the police station.

I don't have the heart to chase after them, so I call Shaggy's cell hoping that he wont pick up.

Unfortunately, he does ... Oops, big mistake it's Claudia. I tell them that I had recently arrived at the police station and mention my phone being dead. Claudia yells something at me in Spanish while I'm frantically trying to explain that the situation was out of my control.

Too late ... She slams the phone in my face ...for the second time today.

My umbrella hangs at my side flapping in the increasing wind. The rain cuts into my face, soaks my clothing and skin to the bone. My heart sinks as I hit the Bart (subway). 

0627pm:

I sit in the last seat of an extremely crowded train mulling my actions of the past twelve hours or so... There is a homeless guy sitting to my right. He smells ... bad ... A couple is making out feverishly in front of me ... They're both guys. Funny, when I first moved to Frisco, this kind of public display would shock me. Now its little more than a mental blurb on my put upon medulla oblongata (brain). I wonder if I've become more liberal since that time or more self absorbed and full of myself.

0655pm:

I find Shaggy sitting on our beat up couch watching fucking "Glee" of all things. It's been a while since he arrived at home and it appears he's been "toking it and smoking it" the whole time.

The house is trashed again, but there is no one there but us. I ask about Claudia and he half laughs / half chokes on his bong.

"SHE'S TAKING A TIME OUT FROM YOU-b*o'."

What the FUCK is that supposed to mean? "SHE SAID YOU'VE BEEN BLOWING HER OFF ALL DAY AND ACTING LIKE THAT ASSHOLE BOYFRIEND OF HERS- THAT FUCKING DOUCHE RICARDO."

I became extremely pissed and let Shaggy know in no uncertain terms how I felt about all of the nagging bullshit, the f***ed " Gay BFF " status and the incessant non-stop talk about fucking Ricardo. For once in my life I just wanted to be drama and guilt free. Damn right I was resentful of the way Claudia kept me at arms distance while not giving me the luxury one way or another of knowing if my cock was good enough for her to sit on.

"DUDE ... YOU SHOULD BE TELLING CLAUDIA. NOT LAYING YOUR HANG UPS ON ME."

Shaggy was completely stoned. 

For once I felt like laughing in his face. This guy was blazed out of his gourd the whole time I was venting. I didn't even know if he was aware I was talking to him. Fucking hilarious. I half felt like sitting down and sharing a couple of puffs on his industrial sized bong.

I noticed Shaggy pointing in the direction of my bedroom. 

Claudia is standing in the double doorway looking directly at me. Her cheeks are glistening with what appears to be tears.

"I WAS -TAKING A NAP IN YOUR BED .... SORRY. SORRY FOR EVERYTHING. THIS JUST ISNT MY DAY." 

She snatched her overcoat off my unkempt bed and hit the door. She was definitely in tears as she fumbled with the lock on my front door. I rushed to her side apologizing profusely. She shoved me away and finally jerked the door open. I followed her outside across my rain slicked patchwork lawn to the street.

Through this whole exchange, Shaggy continued smoking the fuck out of his bong undisturbed.

Looking back on the whole exchange, I really envied Shaggy.

0715pm:

I'm standing out in the middle of the rain slicked street talking to Claudia who is sitting in somebody's car. I don't know at this point how I came to be involved in so much unwanted drama by simply trying to avoid an uncomfortable conversation.

Was I really so wrong for wanting to just have a day without bullshit? 

Hell, all things considered, it had been a pretty strange and good day up until I put my foot in my mouth. 

I'd been with two women ... Through no actual effort on my part, I'd had mind blowing casual sexual encounters with two pretty hot women ... one of them my ball busting supervisor. Funny thing is, when all of this started, I was thinking about Claudia. How much I wished our friendship was so much more ... how I wished Ricardo would just drop dead ... and how much being around her made me soar with happiness.

Now, here in the middle of the street in front of my flat ... I'd become a Rom-com cliché.

I'd spent the last fifteen minutes pleading with Claudia to at least roll down the window and talk to me to no avail. She just sat in the back seat with the windows rolled up staring into space (She had locked the car doors.).

"OKAY CLAUDIA ... YOU WIN. I 'M DONE WITH THIS LITTLE EPISODE. I ADMIT I WAS TRYING TO AVOID YOU TODAY AFTER THAT LITTLE KISS ... I JUST DIDN'T WANT YOU TO TELL ME THAT IT DIDN'T [MEAN ANYTHING] .. IT MEANT THE WORLD TO ME. BUT I DIDN'T WANT YOU TO TAKE IT BACK. -IT'S MINE CLAUDIA AND YOU CAN'T HAVE IT... GOODNIGHT."

That was it as far as I was concerned ... I'd mentally made my piece with Claudia being out of my life as I tucked my hands in my pocket and walked up my rain slicked walkway. Part of me was a little relieved. I'd been feeling a twinge or two of guilt regarding Debbie and Gloria. At least this way, I didn't have to cop to being a complete man-whore over the last twelve hours. 

Yeah, adios Claudia Escobar ... ah, what could have been. At least in my mind anyway.

"CLICK."

I stupidly looked over my shoulder.

The car door was open.

The street was silent ... The door to the vehicle was open in a silent invitation. Yeah, I probably should just walk away and continue my probable affair with Debbie ... damn what an ass!! ... or maybe Gloria would like to make something of our time together. We did "cuddle" after our marathon session.

I didn't need things to be so complicated.

Fuck the drama .... Fuck Claudia Escobar. 

0745pm:

Believe it or not I got into the car with Claudia. Like a big, dumb lemming I had ceded the call of my loins and hopped into the vehicle. 

Yeah, stupid huh?

Right?

Wrong!! ... I making out with Claudia something fierce. At this point nothing weird's me out. She's straddling me, sitting in my lap with her arms wrapped around my neck. She's a REALLY GOOD kisser. She actually uses her plump lips and juicy tongue in unison while she kisses.

HOW THE FUCK DID THIS SHIT HAPPEN?!!-you ask?

Well as I said ... I got back into the car, sitting in the back seat with Claudia Escobar, once the girl of my dreams. We sat there for all of five seconds before she turned to me and whispered .... "What's wrong with me?

"Nothing-you're perfect." Was my reply, I shit you not.

She gingerly grabbed my hand and started lightly kissing it, then followed up by kissing and sucking on my neck. Her technique was really something as I was suddenly faced with extremely tented slacks. 

[Now keep in mind that I had screwed two women prior and several times each session.]

Claudia looked down at my barely hidden erection and traced the tip of her fingers along its length as she suddenly and quite acrobatically raised her left leg in the back seat and straddled me. My enshrouded boner was soon snuggly against her crotch. She pressed her pelvis against my erection forcing it against my abdomen as she began spooning the shit out of me.

Debbie and Gloria were becoming a distant memory.

Claudia sucked on my tongue with wild abandon, treating it like a uh, popsicle?

WHATEVER ... uh, she began grinding me in unison with the sucking motion of her fabulous mouth. 

0830pm:

Soon, I felt as if I was gonna explode in my pants. That delightful feeling of semen running along the shaft of my cock began to mount and intensify. I began to get nervous and sweaty. 

Claudia didn't seem to notice my fidgeting and continued to suck on my tongue and she even began running the length of her tongue up and down the side of my face. She was like a wild a****l. It was like a dam had burst somewhere inside her and everything was just pouring out. She was free to be as hot and sensual as humanly possible.

Claudia was sucking on the front of my neck and unbuttoning my rumpled dress shirt. I had been in a hurry this morning to meet her at the café and hadn't put on an undershirt. Soon she had my bare chest exposed and she wasn't happy stopping there. She had my belt undone and I hadn't even realized it. 

She reached into my pants past my underwear and pulled my penis into the air. She made a sigh of what I guess was pleasure when she had it out full in the street light illuminated backseat. My cock was fully engorged and thick veined.

I came.

At least three big jets of cum squirted out of my cock. My bare stomach and Claudia's skirt were suddenly sprinkled with my man juice. 

I felt like killing myself ... right there in whoever the fuck's car we were sitting inside. 

0930pm:

I didn't expect what happened next.

Claudia milked the rest of the cum out of my shaft with an extreme vigor that momentarily reminded me of Debbie. 

She shifted her body snakelike in the backseat again and began lapping up all of my undeveloped k**s. She completely cleaned my belly and began serious "work" on the head of my cock.

I was immediately at attention so to speak. 

"Oh, you're ready again so soon." She cooed.

Claudia sat on the back of her legs on the seat and removed her wraparound skirt. Her fashionable stark white blouse also followed. She wasn't wearing a bra. Claudia has very beautiful teardrop breasts that jutted pneumatically out from her chest with large dark eraser sized nipples that were fully erect. 

She moaned as I cupped one of her boobs and tossed her clothing in the front seat. 

I drank her in with my eyes and was visually subdued with wonder and lust at the exotic creature before me. 

Claudia leaned forward on all fours and began kissing me again. I played with both of her breasts as she straddled me again, this time aggressively grabbing my cock and pushing her pelvis towards it. I wanted to say something, but I didn't want to ruin this moment. She pulled her panties to the side and began rubbing the head of my cock on the moist lips of her vagina.

She slightly raised herself on the seat and I felt her begin to push her cunt against the head of my cock. I didn't look but I could feel the tip of my penis begin to enter her cunt. Claudia shifted and placed her hands against the back window moaning loudly as she impaled herself on my cock. She let out a yelp of pain and froze on top of me as the walls of her honey pot closed tightly around me. She gripped me tightly in her arms and we were motionless for what seemed like an eternity.

1047pm:

Claudia had shifted again and was squatting on top of me. She had started out slowly enough bouncing on top of me and had begun to increase the intensity of her thrusts along with the intensity of her moans. Soon, Claudia was literally fucking the shit out of me in that backseat. She moved serpentine like, contorting her pelvis in a way that caused my cock to slightly bend upward as it slid inside her.

1117pm:

I am palming the sweat slicked globes that are Claudia's ass cheeks as she grinds me to dust with feverish vigor and intensity. She's continues assaulting me with her tongue as she rubs my nipples between her thumb and fore fingers. It is a strange invigorating sensation that believe it or not only serves to send even more bl**d running to the head of my penis. 

1137pm:

Claudia had f***ed me down on my back in the sweat covered backseat of that steamy car. She was sprawled on top of me with her legs locked against my sides as she humped me to death. 

She was serious determined to grind me into the seat. 

"YOU LIKE THIS? ... YOU LIKE MY PANOCHE' ON YOUR FAT COCK?" I was relieved when she finally began talking to me. I just shook my head. This seemed to fuel her lust further and she pressed her pelvis tightly against me as I finally came. 

"FUUUUCK!!! FEEL ME PUSSY UP WITH YOUR CREAM!!! FILLL ME GOOD!!! " Her eyes rolled up into her head as she arched her back against me. Her accent was thick and almost unintelligible as she screamed out her orgasm. 

My thighs seized up painfully as I was sure I would be sterile from this point on in my life. 

Suddenly Claudia collapsed almost lifelessly on my chest.

We lie there motionless for some moments afterward unsure of what would come next. 

"I love you." She cooed.

"I love you too Claudia." We said it finally. We were honest with one another and it felt ...AWKWARD (to say the least.).

1155pm;

Claudia and I sat in vivacious states of undress in the back of the car starring at each other. I watched her fish around in the front seat looking for her clothing. I was wracked with guilt over my earlier adventures with Gloria and Debbie.

I wanted to be honest.

I wanted to start out with a clean slate. 

1158PM:

"Claudia." "What is it my love?"

1159PM:

"Well-I uh, I want to-."

1200AM:

BANG!!! (There was a loud explosion.) That was all I heard followed by ...DARKNESS.

EPILOUGE:

I awoke two months later ... turns out Ricardo had followed Claudia and watched us do the deed.

He always carried a pistol. 

Ricardo was in jail ....for a very long fucking time.

Claudia had been at my bedside every day for the past two months.

I had lost my short term memory. There was something I wanted to tell Claudia that night but I couldn't remember what it was. 

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